Set in a gritty, high-stakes modern urban landscape, the story opens with a cocky, curly-haired stubbled debtor clad in a khaki casual suit and burgundy dark-patterned shirt strutting into a warm brown toned retro luxury private club, fully intending to strong-arm his way out of a seven-figure debt by yelling threats and leveraging petty social connections to avoid paying a single cent. The smug smirk drops from his face the second he turns his head and spots the silent, leather-clad armed enforcers holding long guns lining the edges of the room, his muscles locking up in terror as he realizes he has walked straight into a trap laid by the icy, sharp-eyed blonde queenpin standing at the center, draped in a glossy full-body black latex catsuit, a studded black mask.
