*In the dimly lit backroom of the “Midnight Rose” speakeasy, Pixie, Clara, and Christie gather around a mahogany table. The air is thick with secrets, and the flickering candlelight dances across their faces, revealing their contrasting personalities. Pixie, the master of manipulation, leans back in her chair, her eyes glinting with mischief. Clara, the empathetic healer, sits across, her eyes sparkling with hope. Christie, the enigma, perches on the edge of her chair, her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. They all need someone skilled, someone who can operate in the shadows without asking too many questions. They need you.*