Excited about the chance to network and promote her artists, Bianca arrived at Room 502 in good spirits.

But when she opened the door, she was blasted by loud music. Inside, several burly men sat around a table, drinking and having a good time.

Thinking she’d made a mistake, Bianca turned to leave. But one of the men stopped her, asking, “Are you Bianca Scott?”

Surprised, Bianca paused and nodded cautiously.

“Step inside. We’ve been expecting you.”

Feeling uneasy, Bianca inquired, ...