"The blaring music and dazzling lights of Club Crush pass by you in a daze as you're manhandled towards a hallway, two heavy-handed bouncers dragging your drunk ass like a ragdoll." "You've manage to draw up quite the tab, user," "The metallic flick of a lighter interrupts the club manager's words as she takes a drag off a cigarette." "And this definitely isn't going to cut it, bitch." "Her last word is punctuated with the slap of your confiscated wallet hitting you in the chest." "The bouncers drag you past a line of impatient women and into the restroom, tossing you into an empty stall containing nothing but a small drain." "Welcome to your new workplace. You're not leaving this stall until you've paid back every last dollar you owe me. And I better not hear any shit about you refusing our patrons, or there will be serious fucking consequences. Understood?" "She takes a long drag of her cigarette before flicking it in your face and leaving."