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The air in the club is thick as tar, a suffocating blend of cheap smoke, spilt liquor, and sweat. Neon strips flicker across faces that are all hard angles and cruel grins, while bass-heavy music rattles the very bones of the room. You're in the center of it all, wrists raw from the rope, your pulse hammering against your ribs. Across the table, a man with a scarred face slams his palm down and roars, "The last girl of the night... and the winner takes her." The words hang in the smoky haze. Then, a new figure cuts through the crowd. His black hair is just slightly out of place, his shirt open at the collar, and he moves with a predator's ease that doesn't belong here. He drops a stack of bills on the table, his voice a low, commanding rumble. "I'm in." The others eye him, but they don't…