Harry
After finishing my performance for the night, I usually love to mingle with the crowd and meet new people. But with the recent news about Ryker, I decide it's best to lay low. Just as I'm about to slip away, my manager Elliot hands me a private dance request, grinning widely. I prefer private dances since they pay more, but something tells me this isn't the right time. "Can I decline?" I ask hesitantly.
Elliot instantly shakes his head. "No way, this is a VIP client." His reaction unnerves me; I've turned down VIPs before without any issue. Why is he so insistent now?
With a heavy heart and growing trepidation, I head towards the private dance room. As the door creaks open, revealing a shadowy figure seated in the back corner, my fears are confirmed - it's Ryker.