{THE POV OF A MASKED WOMAN}
As night descended, quickly the roads and streets got deserted almost immediately. Some returned home from work, others stopped by at the bar for a quick drink. It was a Friday night, after all, almost all clubs were filled to the brim with people. It was probably the best time of the day for strippers to pry.
Then, it was no wonder why one of the biggest clubhouse casinos in Tokyo was practically packed with half of the entire population of the city.
Of course, it was almost impossible for an average person to get in. An underground recreational center that was anonymously owned. A place of no judgment for the elite and their philandering ways. The quickest means of money-making for hookers {or whatever classier names they might have been given in recent times.}