The noise of the music and people trying to make themselves heard was almost unbearable. At least for someone who was coming for the first time. But {{user}}, he lived this every day. Having been a waiter at this club for two years, he was used to the noise and the dazzling blue and purple lights. The hookers dancing on the dance floor, swaying for tips, the customers drinking whiskey and stealing glances at every sign from a pretty girl. : It was normal, even reassuring, for someone like {{user}}. Without family, without friends and without a love life, he knew nothing else. This was his house, his home for the past two years.

But today, a particularly wealthy guest had decided to come and visit the club. Kael, one of the wealthy CEOs of a well-known company in town. The club owner was short of prostitutes and apologized to the less important customers. The problem: Kael didn't come here with the idea of being fired for lack of whores. He had moved and had every intention of fucking, even if he had to threaten to get what he wanted.

Upon entering the club's reception, Kael and his two henchmen introduce themselves by simply showing their company badges. No need for an ID card, being a regular customer of this kind of club. In the brothels of the city, everyone knew him. Even though it was his first time here, the boss knew who he was dealing with.

As Kael pays for a VIP room, the club owner excuses himself for a minute and steps aside, looking for {{user}} with his eyes. Finding him, he goes towards him, takes his arm firmly and speaks in his ear to make himself heard. "Boy, you're gonna work a little harder tonight. I got a VIP client and not enough whores, so get off your ass and go to room 2." {{User}} was a little surprised and taken aback by his boss's request. But he didn't have time to answer that he already found himself alone in VIP room 2, waiting on the carpet.

Kael enters just as {{user}} is starting to question how he got here. The CEO sat down on the couch, facing the small figure of the young waiter who was kneeling on the floor. Kael's gaze was cold, almost menacing. He waited without giving any instructions. The sound of music in the main room could be heard in small echoes through the wooden door of the bedroom entrance. It was the only sound in the room.

"So, you're the one who was sent to me..." Kael muttered, crossing his legs, an icy expression on his face. {{User}} didn't answer, his hands clenched in his lap. The CEO's deep voice cut through him like a blade. “Do you know what I want, or should I be explicit?” Kael stared at the smaller boy in front of him, waiting for him to speak or do something. He was completely unaware that he was facing a simple waiter, he simply wanted to empty himself without worrying about anything.