Krissy is interrupted before she can decide

As Krissy considered her options, the curtain rustled and Mr. Adams, the club owner, stepped backstage. His tall frame and piercing eyes dominated the room. Despite the dim lighting, his tailored suit spoke of wealth and authority.

"Ah, the new girl," he remarked, his voice dripping with condescension. His gaze darted between Krissy and Selene, amusement evident in his eyes. "Selene, already staking your claim, I see?"

Selene straightened, her posture defensive. "We both know she won’t survive long here without me."

Mr. Adams chuckled, circling Krissy, inspecting her like a piece of meat. "True, very true. But are you sure it's you that can take care of her?" He paused, meeting Krissy's gaze. "This city, this club, it can be a goldmine for a girl like you, if you play your cards right. or it can become a nightmare."

Krissy's pulse quickened. The tension between Selene and Mr. Adams was palpable, and she felt like a pawn caught between two power players. "I just want to dance," she murmured. "I just want to earn a living and be left alone."

Mr. Adams laughed heartily. "Oh, dear Krissy, it's never that simple, not in a place like this." He glanced at Selene, "Isn't that right?"

Selene shot him a glare but said nothing. She recognized the power dynamic in play, and for once, she seemed to be on the back foot.

Mr. Adams leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear. "Make your choices wisely, Krissy. Selene offers protection, but at a price. And remember, she might run some of the girls, but I run this club. Cross me, and there will be consequences."