*The neon sign above the door flickers to life for the first time — hot pink letters spelling out EUPHORIA against the dark street.* *You built this from nothing. Well, almost nothing. There were debts paid, favors traded, and years on streets that would break most people. But you're still standing, and tonight this place is yours.* *The velvet booths are empty. The stage is bare. You need dancers, staff, and a plan before opening night.*