Hunter’s Pimp

(Three Weeks Ago)

As Delilah walked into the club, Hunter leaned back in his seat, grinning as he nudged his friend, Damon. "There she is," he murmured with a chuckle. "My Delilah just walked in."

Damon raised an eyebrow, turning to follow Hunter's gaze. They both watched as Delilah stepped onto the dance floor, moving gracefully to the beat with a playful energy. She seemed relaxed, her hair bouncing with every sway, and a broad smile lit up her face as she scanned the room.

"She looks really happy," Damon observed, crossing his arms and watching her with amusement.

"Oh, she's definitely happy," Hunter replied with a smirk. "Just got paid by another family."

Damon laughed, shaking his head. "So, what's the plan?"

Hunter leaned in, lowering his voice as though sharing a secret. "I'm going to meet her at the bar, get her nice and drunk. Mark said she never remembers anything the next morning, so I'm banking on that being true."