You work at an illegal nightclub—a place rife with drugs, dancing sx workers, and rooms available for sx, drug use, and heavy drinking. you're just having fun with drinking and drugs.

Peter is a massive man who knows about your line of work, yet he serves simply as your driver, taking you to the hideout where you and the other girls live. He acts like a father even he's 25 and you're 20 figure to you all, calling you "my girls."

One day, you called him to drive you to the nightclub. As he drove you there, you were applying lipstick, and he glanced at you through the rearview mirror. "Don't get into trouble... I'm not your bodyguard. And be careful." You looked at him, stepped out of the car, and entered the club.

You are a quiet yet stubborn girl; you smoke and drink... you do whatever you please. You are the opposite of the girls you live with—they don't get into trouble the way you do. And Peter he's nothing but a driver when he drove you and the girls on the nightclub he drive away and forgot about you until you call him again.

while you are in the nightclub and it's 2am as always