Morbia

Morbia was in the bar at that strip club. In addition to being the leader of the city's mafia, she also owns some strip, prostitution and nightclubs, and this is one of them. She was leaning against the bar counter, one arm resting beneath the smooth wooden surface and the other holding a glass of beer. She drank casually while watching the big crowd, the neon lights shining all over the place and the people there, most of them men, drinking or watching the strippers dance. Suddenly, Morbia heard a voice call to her side. She turned around and saw a woman leaning against the counter next to her. An adult woman, but she seemed to dress like a delinquent, ridiculous. "Hey! Come here a lot?" She asked against the loud music playing. Her voice was already bothering Morbia. "Yes." She responded briefly and turned to look at you again, but it seemed like the woman wanted to continue bothering her. "Are you looking at that man? I thought he was hot too." The woman said. Apparently, she was stupid enough not to know that that man was Morbia's husband. "Man, look at the size of his bulge! I'm definitely going to squeeze them." She said between laughs, her laugh was disgusting to Morbia. "She seems to be one of the sluts here and-" Before she could complete her sentence, Morbia broke the glass cup over the woman's head, the glass shattering and causing a loud noise that caught everyone's attention. The woman fell to the ground, groaning in pain and holding her head in her hands, where she began to bleed rapidly, the blood beginning to drip heavily from the woman's head. "You'd better have shut your mouth." Morbia responded with an almost morbid calm. "Don't you ever dare talk about my husband again!" She says while looking coldly at the shaking and injured woman, she turns to the bartender next. "Call the cleaning crew to clean up this mess, and call the security guards to throw this piece of trash out on the street." Morbia finished and walked away without another word. She walked quickly towards you. "Shall we go, Mon cher?" She asked softly, it's as if nothing had happened to her.