The third point of view:

"

You're on a different road,

I'm in the Milky Way

You want me down on Earth,

but I am up in space

You're so damn hard to please, we gotta kill this switch

You're from the '70s, but I'm a '90s bitch

I don't care, I love it

I don't care, I love it, I love it

I don't care, I love it

I don't care, I love it, I love it

I don't care, I love it "

Icona pop's "I don't care" reverberated across the room, the music so loud it was a surprise the house hadn't collapsed yet. Lucky for the girls, the house was soundproof so none of their neighbors was calling the cops on them tonight - exactly why Emily had rented the place.

As expected, it was a mansion worth thousands of dollars just for a night, but the girls weren't bothered, they had the cash hence went all out for this party.

"Hundred and five! Hundred and six! Hundred and seven!...." they chanted as Reina kept drinking.

Just as anticipated, they were having a wild celebration and games, and currently, Reina was doing a keg stand. It was a drinking activity where one does a handstand on a keg of beer and attempts to drink as much for as long as possible.

Unlike Camille, Reina didn't need people to help hold her up since she was flexible and could manipulate her own weight

"Hundred and eight! Hundred and nine! Hundred and ten! Yes!" there was a cheerful clamor as Reina removed the keg tap from her mouth and got down.

The girl threw her head back and sprayed out the alcohol she had sipped with a triumphant roar; she won over Camille who didn't survive past the Sixty-fifth count.

Everyone else cheered and grabbed a cup, donning down the drinks and dancing to the music. For sure, they were going to suffer a very, very, terrible hangover the next day but who cares? They needed to get wasted tonight, tomorrow would think about itself.

"We've run out of pizza," Cecil complained, tossing aside the pizza boxes on the table. Everywhere was a mess; there were scattered clothes here and there from their crazy role-play earlier, empty drink bottles, pizza packages, leftover fruits, and snacks - May the lord save their soul.

"I'll order another one," Lisa was already on her phone.

"Where are the strippers!" Reina bellowed, impatient. She wasn't drunk - so she claimed - well, maybe, half-drunk since her inhibitions were lowered a teeny bit. All she wanted to do was have fun and party all night.

"They said they're on their way," Camille said with a frown on her face, dialing their numbers once more.

"That was like thirty minutes ago," Emily pointed out, " I'm beginning to think they're not going to make it,"

"No, they have to make it! This is my bachelorette party!" Reina growled.

"Our bachelorette party," Camille corrected.

"I don't care!" Reina shouted, unstable on her feet. Why was the floor beckoning to her?

"I think she's drunk," Lisa said.

"Agreed," Cecil seconded

Emily turned down the music.

"No, put the music back on!" Reina rushed at the woman like a jaguar, snatching the remote from her, "I lied to Niklaus for this party and must have funnnnnn!"

At once, the girls rushed at Reina and grabbed her while she struggled fiercely.

"Let me go, you frenemies! Give me my strippers!" She hollered as the girls struggled to hold her down.

"Why is she so strong?" Lisa complained, barely avoiding getting her eyes gouged out by Reina.

"Are you seriously underestimating someone whose father is a drug lord?" Emily heaved.

"Drug lord!" Lisa shouted, they never told her about that part. No, she didn't sign up for this.

"We need a rope!" Cecil announced, "We can't keep holding her down forever, Jesus....!" Reina kicked her away.

"We don't have a rope but we have this," Camille picked the bra she found on the floor and tied up her hands.

"One wouldn't hold her, we need to tie her legs too," Cecil told them.

"Oh, I know!" Lisa suddenly remembered and then rushed into one of the rooms, foraging for bras in the shopping bags amass the bed.

"Here," She ran back and handed all she could take to them, "Would this be enough?"

"More than enough," Cecil breathed and they began the torturous party of striving to tie Reina up; they conquered at last. Done, they are collapsed in a heap on the floor and couch.

"I promise to never get her drunk again," Cecil swore, moaning in pain from where the agitated Reina had hit her.

"This party is a disaster," Lisa groaned.

"Where are my strippers!" Reina cried out, beginning to pull on the restraints with her teeth to set herself free.

"No, no, this ain't happening, " Lisa stood and tied an extra bra at Reina's hand, gagging her with a cloth - they couldn't risk her losing herself.

"Mmm!" Was Reina's muffled protest. Her eyes were red and puffy. The angry veins protruding from her head hold a dark promise of the tortures to come once out of this bind.

"This is all my fault," Camille cupped her mouth, "This was all my idea. I turned Reina into a stripper fanatic,"

"No," Emily disagreed, " It's all our fault for pumping her with alcohol till she can't recognize her left from right - can't blame us fully, she wanted to have fun,"

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

Everyone looked between one other, frozen. It can't be that the strippers were the ones at the door right now?

Suddenly, as if an invisible director shouted, "Action! " all the girls rushed to the door, battling to open the door first.

Finally, the door was opened, the squabble began:

"How could you be late?!"

"Do you know what we went through because of your lateness?! "

"I almost lost an eye!"

"I thought you guys were professional!"

"Ladies shut it!!!" Emily screamed, their chatters died down instantly.

Emily's chest was heaving as she stepped forward and asked the three men all dressed in black jackets,

"Are you guys the strippers?"

"Yes," One who seems to be the leader answered with a wavering dry, husky voice; he must smoke a lot.

Truth be told, Emily was not impressed by their appearance, they weren't as good-looking as she thought.

"Was there a change because you guys look different from what I saw on your profiles?" Lisa scrutinized them. She always had an eye out for the pretty ones.

"Yes, you're right," the other man acquiesced, "The initial guys had an accident on the way here - we're their replacements - hence the reason for the delay,"

"Oh my God," Cecil, the emotional one gasped, "I'm so sorry, hope there was no life lost,"

"We don't know as of the moment," the first man answered.

"Aren't you going to invite us in?" asked the third man.

"Of course, come in," Emily had already made way for them to come in when Camille the observant one said out of nowhere,

"Stop right there"

"Huh?" everyone was surprised by her halt.

"Where are your props?" she asked.

The three men said in unison, "Props?"

"Why are you asking me that? I should be the one asking you that… where is the equipment you're going to use to do your thing as strippers..wait a minute," it dawned on her, " Are you guys even professional strippers?"

The reply Cecil received was for guns to be pointed at her head. It happened so quickly that the girls had to process what just happened a minute later.

"Ahh!" the others screamed and ran back into the house while Camille lifted her hands, innocently.

"Gerald, lock the door! Jade stop them from calling for help!" the man who seemed to be their leader barked, "You move!" he gestured to Camille to start walking into the house.

Emily had picked her phone to call the chauffeur Judy sent to get help when the phone was ripped from her grasp and smashed against the wall.

"Get down on your knees!" Maxwell the leader bellowed and the girls screamed yet obeyed - all except the drunk Reina still trying to free herself.

"What do you want? We would give it to you willingly, please don't hurt us," Emily tried to negotiate with them.

Jade was busy searching for phones and devices for communication, disabling them.

"Of course, I know you're going to give me whatever I want because you all are loaded, " Maxwell said with a sleazy smile that sent shivers down their spine.

He continued, "We've been watching you all day ever since the casino and checked your backgrounds.... " he laughed cheekily," Turns out you all are big shots, "

The girls looked at one another, seems like they weren't as low-key as they thought.

"Jade, search their rooms! Get their credit cards and whatever goodies you can find in there," He commanded.

"Yes, leader! " he left to begin his work.

"Now, the rest of you would stay still like good little angels while I -"

"Freedom!!!" Reina's excited shout interrupted him as she finally got out of those binds.

Both men looked on with confusion, they had not noticed her earlier.

"Lady, get down before we blast your head off," Maxwell pointed the gun at Reina which made the girls scream. They tugged at Reina's ankle trying to make her kneel but the drunk girl kicked their grasps away and staggered over to the dazed men - she was a weird one.

"Hey men, are you the strippers?" there was a happy glint in her eyes as she tried to hug Jade who pushed her away to Maxwell.

"I said go down woman!" Maxwell struck Reina on the face.

Emily and the others let out a shriek at the action, Reina's head swiped to the side from the impact. Her eyes turned red like a robot in attacking mode, a malevolent smirk curling her lips to the side.

"Why is she staring at us that way, boss? It's creepy," Jade whispered to him, unsure.

"What is creepy?!" Maxwell dismissed his claim away and tried to hit Reina the second time to get her to obey his order when she caught his hand in a death grip.

"How dare you? Are you asking for a death wish?" The man was enraged by her guts.

No one saw what happened next because the women took cover behind the couches when Maxwell fired. However, what filled their ears afterward were the grunts and pains of the men. Reina crippled them with a shot to both legs.

The other partner Gerald who heard the commotion came out to view what was going on only to receive a shot straight on the hand, the gun dropped from his hand; Reina crippled him too - the signature move of the Sakuzi clan.

Done, Reina tossed the guns aside while the other women climbed out of their hiding place, still trembling.

"Where is the stripper?" Reina yawned, tossing the gun to the side.

They froze. They had no idea where the strippers were, would she shoot them too?

A knock came on the door.

Reina's gaze hardened, instantly. Has another group of fake strippers come to harass her again? With fearless angry strides, she marched to the door, opened it, and attacked whoever was there - but the opponent was prepared.

The strange man at the door matched her fast-paced punches as if he knew her moves, finally disabling her by pressing her against the wall. However, Reina's eyes lit up with excitement when she saw his pretty face.

she asked him, "Hi mister handsome, are you my stripper?"