"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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It was another busy night at Silver Bullet. The club was, as per usual, packed. Men and women were sitting in large companies laughing, smoking and drinking. Men and women alike would stand up to walk into the secluded area of the club where the heavy curtains hid their sinful indiscretions.
This one club was a special than all the other around. The only commonality it had with the rest of the clubs located nearby was that it was, for the most part, still a strip club. There was a fine line that this club walked in order to be the best. Silver Bullet wasn't just any strip club, it was a place of expression and art where people went to enjoy the show as well as get a good blowjob afterwards.
José Martinez, the owner of this particularly unique joint, had a vision when creating this place. For one, he wanted an all gender inclusive club, there were male dancers as well as female and they were equally compensated for their services.
Two, he didn't want just strippers that took their clothes off, he wanted dancers, all the women and men dancing in his club were trained or still training at pole dancing or exotic dancing and every three months they had to come up with a new routine that would be approved by him and of course, by the audience. He was proud of how democratic he was with all the dancers and he prides himself a producer of sorts instead of a refined pimp others thought he was.
Three, and most importantly, his dancers were compensated for the hours they worked any extra money they earned was shared in half. Of course, he was not blind to the fact that some of them were, in fact selling more than just a performance. After all he was the one who requested the red curtained corner of pleasure as he liked to call it. It was totally up to the girls and or boys to have sexual relationships with clients and get paid for it. But they weren't forced into it. Ignoring the fact that Bangtan would feed him his testicals if they ever caught wind of it, selling girls went against everything José stood for.
Despite being an unorthodox strip club, Silver Bullet was always filled with the most decedent clients. Pulling in all sort of crime royalties from the entirety of the underworld. Corrupt politicians, high positioning government officials, crime lords, assassin and professional gamblers. All the best people that were considered to be elite of the underworld.
On the other side of the club, away from the dim lights and packed with customers tables, behind the heavy read curtains, the performers were getting ready for the next stage, hurriedly fixing their make up and last minute details.
Kim Yong Sun looked at her reflection in the mirror with a frown contemplating her life decisions which led her where she was now.
This was not how her life supposed to be. Then again, no one ever dreamed of becoming a stripper because they wanted to. Still the half dressed seductress standing in front of the mirror was too far from the woman she had imagined she'd become back when she busted her ass in the training room of Atlas Entertainment when she was seventeen. She wondered how that hopeful trainee would react to the way she had 'debuted' to the most prestigious strip club in Seoul.
