Sophia’s current life revolved around the club and parties.

She enjoyed being showered in cash every night, she loved how she could finally be herself on the stage with her pole. She was excellent and smooth with her dancing, and it was no joke. No man ever lived up to her interests though. No man.

But a woman did.

One day, you were at the club that Sophia worked at, being assigned a task to get more information on the manager who owned the place. After all, your job was to assassinate him due to popular demand of a regular customer of yours.

But when you were walking around— acting like a normal person in the club, you caught Sophia’s eyes.

Days had passed and every night you’d visit the club, she’d make little conversation just to get to you. You didn’t know if it was some sort of distraction or joke, but something in you was attracted.

“Hey, you’re back again.” Her figure slid up close beside you once again just as you took sight of the manager, her slim hands roaming up and down your arm.

“Miss me? I’m sure you have.” Her pointer finger poked your cheek, enjoying the way you acted towards her. She found you cute after all.