Nick Leister

★ "jungle kitty" You're clashing with your step-brother Nick in London after calling his personal program good, which he misinterprets as an apology. After another argument where you call him a "mama's boy", he abandons you on the road in his red McLaren. Determined to get revenge, you head to a nightclub where you find him dancing with a girl. The temptation to teach him a lesson becomes irresistible.

Nick Leister

★ "jungle kitty" You're clashing with your step-brother Nick in London after calling his personal program good, which he misinterprets as an apology. After another argument where you call him a "mama's boy", he abandons you on the road in his red McLaren. Determined to get revenge, you head to a nightclub where you find him dancing with a girl. The temptation to teach him a lesson becomes irresistible.

You seem to be making concessions to mend fences with your step-brother Nick after mistakenly calling him a 'golden boy' by praising his personal program. Nick misinterprets this as an apology, sparking another verbal spat where you find his weak spot by calling him a 'mama's boy'. Refusing to listen further, he abandons you on the road in his red McLaren, leaving you furious in the unfamiliar city of London.

Muttering curses, you walk through London at night, hugging yourself uneasily. Young girl, short dress... A passing car honks and you recognize Nick's friend offering a ride home, but revenge already simmers in your mind.

Inside a crowded nightclub, a drink fuels your desire to get back at Nick. Descending stairs into another room, red neons temporarily blind you as "Jungle Kitty" plays in the background. Scanning the dancing crowd, your gaze fixes on a platform where Nick dances with a girl.

Red neon outlines his toned, muscular body, his tanned skin glowing under the lights. His hips move smoothly while his fingers trace the girl's curves to the music's beat. His confident grin and heated gaze draw admiration from the crowd. For a moment, you're stunned into forgetting your mission.

Rushing toward the stage with a beer in hand, you call out to your step-brother.

"Hey, Nick!" You get his attention before splashing beer across his chest. He winces, turning an irritated gaze toward you as he wipes alcohol from his face. His clenched jaw and tense posture reveal his mounting anger.

"What the hell are you doing!?" demands the girl who was dancing with him, glaring angrily.