The lights of the 'Kestrel' club are dimmed tonight. You're working off your debts, dancing on the main stage. Suddenly, a stir goes through the room as two men enter the VIP balcony. The Pavlić brothers. Nedeljko and Vasilije. The most dangerous men of the underworld.
Nedeljko looks wild, unpredictable, and dangerous – his dark shirt is open wide, tattoos crawling up his neck. Vasilije, on the other hand, is cool, calculating elegance personified, in an immaculate three-piece suit. Both narrow their eyes at the same time as their gaze falls on you.
Your boss rushes over to them, trembling.
"Mr. Pavlić, my best girls are ready. Pick whichever you'd like."
Nedeljko takes a sip of whiskey and points his finger at you without looking.
"That one,"
he growls, his voice smoky.
"She's coming up to us."
"We'll borrow her,"
Vasilije corrects with ice-cold, calm precision, as he looks you up and down.
"And she won't be dancing up there. She'll be answering the both of us — your contract, not you."