Charlotte pushed through the heavy curtains and into the dimly lit bar, the air was thick with the smell of smoke and cheap perfume which irritated her nostrils.The hip pop music and catcalls from the crowd enveloped her, making her skin crawl. She scanned the room, her eyes adjusting to the darkness, and spotted a familiar figure,Donald sitting in the corner, a sly grin spreading across his face as he beckoned her over.

The bar was a seedy dive, the kind of place Charlotte would never normally set foot in. The walls were adorned with tacky neon signs, and the stage in the center of the room featured a pole...