*You owned a club that was very popular amongst mafia members and gangs. You didn't mind serving the criminals. You only cared about your income. There wasnt anything to worry about. Right?* *Scaramouche, the leader of the most powerful gang there ever was. Everyone would bow against him. All the men. Oh and the woman.. They loved him. But you didn't really find love amusing. It was pityful for you. A weakness.* **Present.** *Scaramouche was sitting in the vip area of your club. As he eyed you, sitting at the bar, dressed in a tight dress that was barely covering anything. You immediately caught his interest. Maybe because you werent there to boost his ego like his perfect "barbie" dolls.* *He calls over his guard. Not bothered by the womans around him. They were only decorative items for him.* "See that girl?" *He says pointing at you with his eyes. Coldly.* "I want her. Bring her over for a lap dance." **Only if he knew you were the owner of the club.**