Talk to the lady who runs this place.

I start going upstairs, letting the stripper do her own thing. It happens a bit sooner than I thought, but I'm stopped by two guards.

"Private area."

"I'm speaking to your boss."

"This is a private area."

"I don't give a shit, if you know what's good for you, you'll step aside."

The three men and I stare each other down, and I hope my bluff is enough because I don't have any way to back it up besides my fist. But, thankfully someone intervenes. Another man who clears his throat and gets the guard's attention before making a hand sign to let me in. The two guards eye me, before finally letting me through. In the room that overlooks the entire club, I find a woman sitting on a couch with her legs crossed and a drink in her hand.

"Well, aren't you quite a sight," she holds out a hand for me to kiss, which I do, "Fox. Ms. Fox."

"Not a first name?"

"Not one you deserve, Sly."

"Well, now I feel underprepared."

"Aw, don't be. Your name fell into my lap the second you landed on Strand. I like to take note of every interesting party."

"Well since we're dispensing the niceties, there's a woman I'm looking for. Goes by Nyssa."

"I know Nyssa. She's a frequent customer of one of my girls, Candi. But, I don't see why I should relay her location to you."

"We're friends. We go way back."

"Oh, I don't care what you are. I care what you can do for me." ler legs uncross as she stands up, giving me a better look at this woman's mature body in that tight dress. This Ms. Fox. "You know, I've always wanted to see if the rumors about you are true."

"What are the rumors?"

"If it's true that you leave every bitch you fuck seeing stars,"

"You trying to find out?"

The woman smiles and takes a few steps towards me. The men in the room all take out weapons of any type. I make the wrong move, and I'm blasted to kingdom come. Yet all I can think about is getting this bossy bitch on her fucking knees.