Jasper I: Venus Flytrap

Upstairs is the club proper. The smell of disinfectant combined with the lingering smell of beer, cigarette, and puke assaults your noses. You see two boys in their early twentys tied to a chair in the middle of the glowing dance floor.

"Ah, the interviewers are here." A woman in full dominatrix attire and make up says.

"They're late." Another lady, a pixie, sitting on the bar with her legs crossed says.

"Don't be so uptight Mari, stress ain't good." The dominatrix smiles.

"Lets go then!"

Kore feels the thrum of power as he ignites his inner strengths. He makes his way carefully up the stairs.

"Don't let us interrupt you. You seem to be having fun." Kore intimates as he surveys the scene.

"These babies do not have that much nuyen for that service." The dominatrix lady replies.

The pixie flies and hovers above the bound men. "These punks were selling some new type of drug in the market that's not under Jasper. I'd admit I'm impressed with their audacity and would've ignored their presence but the drug they were selling caused trouble last night as those who took them went full berserk in the club and attacked our other patrons."

"Oh, it was more than that, butterfly." The dominatrix chuckles.

"They were quite 'bitey'." She shows a bite wound in her left arm.

"In my line of work I'm the one who's supposed to do the biting." She frowns.

"Quit it Violeta, I know you enjoy getting bitten from time to time." 'Butterfly' replied.

"Jasper wants to know who this new distributor is but so far we've got nothing from these punks. If you're up for the job, the pay's double your usual. Triple if you drag that new 'entrepreneur' here." She added.