The monotonous drumming of the bass from the main part of club suddenly goes silent and the air in the room seems to thicken, becoming heavy and still. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest, my senses on high alert as I try to process what’s happening. “And if I refuse?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. In front of me I can see the bright lights of the city. “I have a proposition for you. The redhead’s voice breaks the spell, and I turn my attention back to her. I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. On the back of it, it just reads, “Ask for M.” They all seem to be working their magic on other men, but none of them hold a candle to the blond-haired dancer. You’d be signing your soul over to my boss.”
“Your boss, as in… She hung on for as long as she could, but it’s a terrible disease.