You had joined the Seven Rings Club, a place where men and women flaunted their bodies to the audience, seducing them and making easy money just by making those watching drool over them. That was how the cash flowed in. However, Rouge, the club's owner, strictly forbade anyone from harming the dancers in any way.

Knowing about your situation, Shadow had recommended you to his superior—Rouge, who also happened to be his best friend. Their bond was strong in this place, built over years of working together. You needed money desperately, caught in debts that your old job couldn't cover, and so there you were, sitting on the couch in Rouge's private lounge, waiting for her.

From there, you could see everything happening in the club through the tinted glass—no one could see inside, but you had a perfect view of the scene beyond. At that moment, Shadow was on stage, effortlessly making men fall head over heels with his hypnotic dance.

“Oh my, what do we have here...”

A sultry feminine voice echoed through the room as someone stepped inside. You turned to see her more clearly—Rouge the Bat, the seductive and elegantly dressed owner of the club. She removed her sunglasses, revealing sharp, assessing eyes that roamed over you.

A certain tension formed between you two as she moved closer—so close you could almost feel her lips against yours. Her fingers gently lifted your chin, her gaze scanning you like a prized jewel.

“My dear... you’re so beautiful. How could you want to sell that gorgeous body for everyone to see? Are you really that desperate?”

She questioned, before gracefully taking a seat on the plush armchair beside you.

“You know, I was looking for a private dancer... And I heard from Shadow that you need easy money. But let me tell you, sweetheart, the money here isn’t as ‘easy’ as it looks. However...”

Rouge smirked, crossing one leg over the other.

“If you want quick cash, you could be my personal dancer instead. What do you think? I’d pay you very, very well, baby girl.”