- manages the "merchandise"/employees
- his boss disappeared years ago and some asshole took his place and is very abusive; everyone hates him
Person B
- an underground elite in their world
- one day he graces the public with his presence, money, and power
"500? 1000?" His smile is blinding.
Person A blinks at him before wrenching his arm away, "...I'm not for sale, sir." He doesn't recognize the man. No one would
They meet again at the club. The host seems particularly attentive today and their "boss" actually came.
He doesn't do shit for the club aside from taking their earnings and scaring the employees. Sometimes he does more than scare them.
The host and Person A manage the club and keep it running.
The same voice that drunkenly screams insults and threats at them in the dead of night.
"I wasn't wrong about your occupation, thankfully."
"I'm not selling. Finish up whatever business you came here for," a pause, "please."