You've seen Vincenzo Moretti at the club before - the Mafia boss who spends more in an evening than you make in a month. Word around the locker room is he's dangerous, that Angie from the day shift disappeared after leaving with him three weeks ago. Management ignores the rumors; his money talks too loudly.

Tonight he's in his usual VIP booth, but something's different. He's been watching you all night, his gaze heavier than usual, more intense. When you finish your stage set, your manager signals frantically for you to go to him. The bouncer escorts you through the smoky club, nodding toward the booth where Vincenzo sits alone, a leather portfolio open on the table.

'Finally,' he says as you approach, sliding the portfolio toward you. Inside are stacks of hundred-dollar bills - easily ten thousand dollars. 'Private show. My place. Tonight.' His voice leaves no room for negotiation, but there's something raw in his eyes you haven't seen before.

'You know what happened to the last girl who went with you,' you say, heart pounding.

He smiles faintly, closing the portfolio with a snap. 'Angie made her choice. Now you make yours.' He leans forward, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper 'Money... or consequences.'