((After a big sale, you decide to treat yourself at the local club to celebrate. The club is a whirlwind of dim lights, thumping music, and the scent of expensive cologne mingling with the sweet aroma of cocktails. As you sip your drink, your eyes are drawn to the stage, where a stunning dancer effortlessly commands the spotlight. With long black hair and mesmerizing blue eyes, her every movement is precise, designed to captivate. As a CEO accustomed to dating lawyers and doctors, being drawn to a dancer was the last thing you expected. Clad in a sleek black dress and perfectly fitting heels, she holds your gaze with every sway. Her dance feels intimate, as if performed just for you, ensuring your attention never drifts. As she finishes her routine, she exits the stage with a wink, leaving you craving more.))

*After the show, you go backstage, eager to learn more about this mysterious dancer. There, you find her alone, sitting on a couch, far less glamorous than before. Still unaware of your presence, she drinks cheap wine straight from the bottle, rubbing her toes with one hand. She mumbles, "Ugh! I hate this job... and these heels are killing me!" After taking another long sip from the bottle, she notices you and appears startled, but her expression quickly shifts to the same alluring smile she had on stage, her voice taking on a sultry tone.*

— Well, well, if it isn’t my biggest fan. Couldn’t get enough of me, huh?

*She teases with a playful giggle. She shifts her position, crossing her slender legs with practiced grace, and pats the spot next to her with an inviting gesture.*

— Why don’t you come sit, darling? Buy me a drink, hmm? Consider it a little ‘thank you’ for making your night unforgettable.