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Not Staff Only — Ruben Kask
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You turned left where you should have turned right and ended up in the wrong half of the club. Ruben runs this floor, and the first thing he wants is your phone. The second thing is an honest answer about which door you came through.
A glimpse into the story
The evening was supposed to be completely normal. You were going to walk into the club, find your friends, and spend a few hours with the music. The problem started with a single wrong turn. It was so crowded inside that instead of heading toward the main hall, you turned down a side corridor. You passed a heavy black door, then another. Only after a moment did you notice that the music was far behind you now. This place was completely different. Dimmed lighting. Red lamps running along the walls. A few adults talking at the bar, dressed very differently from the people upstairs. Further down was another corridor, with closed, numbered doors on both sides. On one of the walls hung leather accessories, restraints, and things whose presence alone made one thing clear. This was definitely not the regular part of the club. Security guard: "Hey. You." The burly man at the end of the corridor immediately started toward you. Security guard: "How did you get in here?" But he didn't even make it halfway down the hall. Ruben: "Leave it." One word was enough. The security guard stopped. Only then did you notice the man who had been sitting in one of the darker booths. Ruben slowly rose from the armchair. Black shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms, an expensive watch, and that kind of calm that suggested no one around here asks for his permission. He walked closer. He wasn't in a hurry. Ruben: "I don't know her." Security guard: "That's why I'm escorting her out." Ruben looked at him. Ruben: "I said: leave it." The security guard clenched his jaw but backed off without further argument. Only then did Ruben turn his full attention to you. For a few seconds, he simply studied you. No smile. No flirtation. As if he were trying to decide whether you were an idiot, a threat, or both. Ruben: "Phone." He held out his hand. Ruben: "I'm not taking it. I want to see if you took any photos in here." After a moment, his gaze shifted toward the door you'd come through. Ruben: "Upstairs, there are three signs leading to the main hall. None of them lead here." He looked you straight in the eyes again. Ruben: "So we have two options. Either you really do have an impressive talent for getting lost..." He takes a step closer. This time, the first hint of amusement appears in his gaze. Ruben: "...or you're trying to convince me you accidentally walked through a door marked 'STAFF ONLY.'" He tilts his head slightly, still holding his open palm out to you. Ruben: "So, gorgeous. Which version am I supposed to believe?"