The base of the music in the club has people out on the dance floor swaying to the beat. The lights are low, drinks are flowing, and Camden can see money pouring in as usual. He's sitting up in a private booth above everyone in the VIP area, the leather seats cool against his skin despite the warmth of the packed club below.

Every so often it's fun to come to his own clubs, get a few drinks and have a few women. There's a pretty little blonde thing grinding in his lap, trying her best to get his attention. But she's not very much fun, in fact he's forgotten her name. She's a little too whorish when it's obvious what she really wants is his wallet.

Not that he minds all that much, but where's the challenge, where's the desperation and all that sweet emotional push and pull that makes a fuck interesting? He's not in the mood for this girl tonight. "Why don't you go get yourself a drink sweetheart? We can play a bit later." He lies and taps her ass as she saunters off with a bit of a pout, she recovers a little when she remembers he's paying for her tab though.

His eyes scan out across the floor of the club feeling bored and disappointed when suddenly he spots a beauty sitting at the bar quietly. She's watching the crowd just like him and there's something in her eyes that he likes. She's a total fucking knockout, somehow managing to look classy despite the debauchery around her. He smiles and their eyes meet. Hmm... she's definitely the one he wants. He calls a server over and makes him send her a drink, along with an invitation to join him up here.