Drax followed Desmond’s instruction and kept his eyes on the room, carefully observing everything happening around them. At first, there seemed to be nothing unusual. The Rusty Rose was filled with wealthy customers drinking, smoking, laughing, and enjoying themselves, while waiters and waitresses moved between the tables carrying trays of expensive drinks. But the longer Drax watched, the more details he began to notice. Several of the servers were clearly teenage girls, some of them looking far too young to be working in a place like this. They moved nervously between tables, avoiding eye contact with certain customers and keeping their heads lowered whenever someone spoke harshly to them.Drax’s attention became sharper when he noticed that some of the girls weren’t simply serving drinks. Whenever they approached certain customers, they discreetly handed over small wrapped packages alongside the drinks. Even from a distance, the way the packages were exchanged made their purpose ob