Mr. Hampton ended up grabbing a dancer instead, mistakenly fondling her. Irritated, he shouted, “What's wrong with you? Didn't you hear me call you?"

“It appears Mr. Hampton is otherwise occupied," Nicole stated, making a move to exit.

Just as she reached for the door, Mr. Hampton ordered, "Hold it!"

Nicole stopped and looked back at him.

Even with Nicole's face hidden by the helmet, there was something about her that made Mr. Hampton feel threatened. He softened his tone.

"You've got quite the spirit. Who said I was occupied?"

Nicole responded, “If you're willing to talk, then let's have the room to ourselves."

Mr. Hampton, amused, remarked, "Seems like you want some privacy with me. Sure, I'll play along." He signaled for others to leave.

Melissa, who had been clinging to him, whined, "Mr. Hampton, can't I stay with you?"

But Mr. Hampton's decision was final. He waved his hand dismissively.

"Out, all of you!"

Melissa collapsed to the floor, her eyes brimming with tears from the agony. She shot a bitter look at Nicole.

Nicole froze at the sight of Melissa's face. The resemblance between Melissa's face and her own was uncanny.

Before Nicole could get a better look, Melissa quickly crawled toward the door.

This act seemed to please Mr. Hampton. He said, "Melissa, you always know what to do. Make me happy later, and you'll get your reward.”

With a grin, Melissa responded, “Absolutely, Mr. Hampton."

Then, echoing what she had done before, she clumsily opened the door and made her exit.

Nicole felt a wave of revulsion at the scene. The similarity between her own appearance and Melissa's was particularly disturbing.

Now it was just Nicole and Mr. Hampton in the room.

Mr. Hampton, struggling to maintain his balance, slouched on the sofa, watching Nicole. “Where's the thing?"