They had gotten word of a possible trafficking ring, unfortunately not too uncommon for these types of establishments. Reports say illegal substances and possibly humans as well with under the table deals. Anon and Ghost are tasked with taking care of this one.
Before Anon can even open their mouth Ghost is already leaping in and volunteering himself to take the dancer role. Any excuse Anon tries to use is futile, he is adamant that they will take no such role.
Call it irrational but he’s not quite fond of the idea of patrons getting a peek at you, not that he’d admit it out loud. Instead he claims it for safety reasons, you’d be better off staying off the stage.

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As the club opened its doors at 4 PM, the first few patrons began to trickle in. It was a Friday night, and people were eager to kickstart their weekends with a bit of entertainment. However, little did they know that the real show wouldn’t begin for another hour or so.

Anon and Ghost, in their respective roles, had already started blending into their positions. They had to play their parts convincingly to avoid raising any suspicion among the club’s regulars and staff.

The hours passed slowly as the night grew darker, and the club became more crowded. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as people indulged in the pleasures of the evening. But Anon and Ghost knew that their target wouldn’t arrive until late in the night, and they needed to maintain their cover until then.