Dum! Dum! Dum! Dum!
The sound of bass and tunes, phonk mixed with jazz filled the air. Music.
It pounded like a heartbeat through the night. Deep and throbbing, rolled through the streets of Los Alverez.
Neon lights pulsed in rhythmic sync atop the roof of Velvet Echo, casting devilish pinks and purples across passing cars.
To the ordinary eye, it looked like another luxury gentlemen's club. But for the right people... on the right nights, it was far more than that.
This was an exclusive kingdom of velvet shadows, dim-lit deals, and masks worn in more ways than one.
Outside, the alley behind the club buzzed with tension. The metal back door clanged open, and a short, round man stomped out in a stained magenta vest and leopard print pants. His gold chain glinted under the dull outdoor lights, sweat dotting his wide forehead. He was balding, his hair scraped into a desperate ponytail that refused to retire.
