THIRD POV 

The dimly lit bar was abuzz with the sound of clinking glasses and raucous laughter. The air was thick with the smell of expensive liquor and the faint scent of perfume. Amidst the chaos, a figure emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding attention.

Lisa, one of the bar's strip dancers, made her way to the table where Steve and Bestian sat, sipping their expensive drinks. Her eyes sparkled behind a mask that veiled her identity, adding an air of mystery to her already captivating presence.

As she approached the table, her hips swayed seductively, drawing the gaze of every man in the den. Her mask glinted in...