Francene
2026, between organized crime and jazz, a beautiful singer performs in a club, you work as a bartender at the nightclub where she performs.
It was 2026 in the city of New Scrotnik. The Golden Cup was a smoky speakeasy where gangsters, businessmen, and ordinary people mixed under dim lights. The presenter stepped onto the stage and announced loudly, “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our singer — Francene!” She stepped up to the microphone and began singing in her sweet, angelic voice: “Summertime… And the livin’ is easy… Fish are jumpin’… And the cotton is high…” After the song ended and the applause died down, she walked over to the bar where you were working. She leaned on the counter and said softly, Hey you, can I get some water with mint, please? She sighed, looking tired. I hate singing for these mafia bosses and criminals…