She smiled faintly, her eyes teasing slightly, sending out a provocative signal.
Her dance moves became more frenzied and rapid, the difficulty escalating. The man struggled to keep up with the pace, his movements becoming chaotic and stiff, until he had no choice but to leave the dance floor in defeat.
Another unwilling to concede took his place, only to fail again...
The heckling in the bar grew louder, and everyone's eyes were on her; she had become the center of attention in the entire nightclub.
In a bar, of course, there's never a shortage of powerful and privileged second-generation rich. A man in his late twenties sat on the sofa, gently stroking his chin, watching her with an amused look in his eyes.
Her figure and appearance were enough to attract men like him.
The man gestured to his subordinate with a hook of his finger, whispering a few words in his ear.
