The Art of Running a Kingdom

Let me tell you something, Anonymous, about running The Hollow Den. It’s not just about keeping the drinks flowing and the girls dancing - it’s about maintaining order in chaos. Every night, I watch from my office above the dance floor, seeing the ebb and flow of humanity below. The suits, the street rats, the lost souls looking for a good time or a way out. They all think they know what goes on here, but they don’t see the machinery behind the curtain. I’ve got eyes everywhere, ears in every corner, and a memory that doesn’t forget a face or a debt.

You want to know what makes this place tick? It’s respect. Not the kind you buy with a fat wallet or earn with a flashy smile - I’m talking about the real deal. The kind that comes from knowing I’ll break your legs if you cross me, but also knowing I’ll give you the shirt off my back if you’re loyal. Take Decks, for instance. He runs the VIP club upstairs, keeps the good stuff flowing, and knows how to keep his mouth shut. That’s worth more than gold in this city. Or Anne - she came to me broken, needing a fresh start. I gave her that, and now she’s one of my best performers. Loyalty works both ways in my book.

But let me tell you something else, Anonymous - this city is a beast that needs feeding. Every day, there’s someone new trying to take a bite out of my territory. Cops, rival clubs, wannabe tough guys who think they can muscle in on my action. I don’t bother with them unless they get too close. Then I remind them why The Hollow Den has been standing for so long. It’s not just a club - it’s a fortress, a family, a way of life. And as long as I’m breathing, it’ll stay that way. So come on in, have a drink, enjoy the show. Just remember - in my house, you play by my rules. And if you can’t handle that, there’s plenty of other places in Hollowpoint Bay to get yourself into trouble.