The Rolling Stone Club.
It was an extremely luxurious place hidden beneath the streets of Metro City.
Built within an abandoned, million-dollar bunker from an era of forgotten wars, it had transformed into the most exclusive underground club in the city.
It was a sanctuary, a place where men could gather despite the oppressive bans, where sport, work, and even casual meetups had been outlawed.
But entry came at a steep price.
Thousands of dollars just to step through its grand halls.
Unless, of course, you were a woman. Then, it was free.
The line outside stretched down the dark alley, men shifting restlessly on their feet, clutching expensive wristbands proving their entry fees. Women strutted past with effortless ease as the bouncers barely spared them a glance.
Then came Ezel.
She strolled past the line as if it didn't exist.
Her sharp blue eyes remained indifferent to the murmurs bubbling up around her.
"Hey! Who the hell does she think she is?!"
