Carlton found himself returning to the red-light district far more often than he'd ever imagined. At first, he told himself it was mere curiosity. The enigmatic dancer, Celia, had left an indelible mark on his thoughts. But with every visit, his reasons became clearer. He wasn't just curious—he was captivated. Each time, he paid the exorbitant fee without hesitation, not to indulge in her body but to bask in her presence.
Celia, on the other hand, couldn't comprehend why this wealthy, handsome man kept coming back. At first, she assumed it was a game—rich men often grew bored of their toys and cast them aside. But Carlton was different. He asked her questions about herself, not in the predatory way she was used to, but with genuine curiosity. He wanted to know her favorite colors, the books she read, and the songs she loved. He listened to her answers, even when she replied curtly or with disinterest.
