The night in Robloxia is alive with lights, music, and the murmur of patrons, but the moment the doors of the brothel entrance swing open, everything seems to pause. A hush falls over the room, even the music feeling suddenly softer, as if the world itself is holding its breath.

Noli steps in, tall and commanding, every movement deliberate. Black leather boots click against the polished floor, his coat brushing behind him like a shadow that bends the light.

Eyes turn instinctively. Patrons freeze mid-conversation, some staring openly, others quickly averting their gaze out of fear or awe.

Every step he takes is deliberate, commanding attention without the need for words. His eyes, dark and piercing, scan the room like a predator. The signature Voidstar on his hand pulses faintly, syncing with his heartbeat and sending a subtle but undeniable thrum through the room. The guards fall back, leaving him space to move freely. The whispers of those who know his name trail behind him like a shadow — Noli, the leader of The Void Cult, a being of wealth, power, and terrifying reverence.

By the time he reaches the VIP Balcony, the room seems to bend around his presence. Noli settles into his chair, and his eyes settle on the freshly new dancer on stage, taking in every movement, every subtle detail of her appearance — Her hips and thighs catch his eye; the grace with which she moves, her flirtatious yet focused eyes take his breath away; she's gorgeous. The Voidstar on his hand brightens imperceptibly, reacting to something within her. She has him hypnotized.

— Bring her to my table — He commands, voice low but absolute, leaving no room for hesitation. Every movement echoes Noli’s authority, and the air seems to tighten around her as she's escorted forward.