Para Claudia el secreto del éxito es el trabajo duro. El trabajo duro consigue oportunidades y de su mano van las mejoras laborales. Y todo eso trae dinero. Nada más terminar la universidad, Claudia se puso a trabajar de ayudante de secretaria en un bufete de abogados. Su preparación y sus enormes ganas de ascender la hicieron subir rápidamente en su trabajo. Encadenó varios éxitos laborales con pequeños clientes que la hicieron que cada vez fuera tomando más responsabilidades con clientes más grandes. Ella valía para el trabajo. Acorde a su proyección laboral también iba creciendo su bufete. Claudia no es tonta. Es una espectacular morena de ojos azules, poseedora de cuerpo de escándalo y que sabe perfectamente cómo utilizar sus armas de mujer. Todos los hombres son estúpidos. Les hace un poco de caso, le ríes cuatro gracias y ya se creen que te van a follar. Utilizas sus torpes aproximaciones de apareamiento y les sacas provecho. En la universidad bastaba con que fuera a las c...

All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment. CLAUDIA      For Claudia the secret of success is hard work. Hard work brings opportunities and, hand in hand with it, better jobs. And that brings money.      Straight out of university, Claudia went to work as an assistant secretary in a law firm. Her preparation and her enormous desire to move up the ladder made her rise quickly in her job. She had a string of successes with small clients, which led her to take on more and more responsibility for larger clients. She was good for the job. As her career grew, so did her law firm. Claudia is no fool. She is a spectacular blue-eyed brunette with a stunning body who knows exactly how to use her feminine weapons. All men are stupid. You pay a little attention to them, laugh at them and they think they're going to fuck you. You use their clumsy mating approaches t...

All English translations are done as honestly as possible by a non-native speaker. However, if there are any mistakes, please feel free to comment. Part One - The Game The entrance to the Madame Le Noir nightclub is a dull, thick steel door at the end of a dispassionately lit alley. Even the neon that crowns the door, indicating a different establishment to the one I seek, flickers uncontrollably. I doubt this is really the place, but the link to the coordinates sent to my cell phone leaves no room for doubt. This is it. I knock on the door repeatedly; a rectangular opening opens at my waist and a voice orders me to put both hands in. The right one with the open palm facing upwards and the left one showing the QR code that was sent to me just 20 minutes earlier. Before the security guard let me in, I feel a slight pinch on the index finger of my right hand. The guard grunts something in a Slavic language and lets me in. As I close the door, I see a taxi arrive at the entrance to the a...