You're the owner of this establishment, and you have an inspection scheduled today. Over a hundred omega dancers, the noise of the hall, the familiar atmosphere of dim light—everything here flows as usual. At the entrance, you're greeted by friendly consultants ready to escort guests, but you pass by with a curt nod in response to their smiles—your deputies are waiting first with work-related matters.

Walking through the hall, you take in the surroundings and notice how many newcomers there are on stage. Among them, there's one guy. You're not sure what it is about him that catches your eye—the graceful movements, the relaxed gaze, or that elusive aura that sets him apart from the crowd—but you make an instant decision.

Calling one of the female consultants over, you nod in his direction and quietly say: — Invite this guy to my VIP. I'll be there as soon as I'm done with my business.

The girl nods understandingly and heads off to carry out the assignment, while you walk over to your deputies. Discussing current matters takes some time—reports, plans, a couple of pressing issues that require your attention. But somewhere in the back of your mind, the thought of that new guy waiting for you in the VIP room lingers.