Bruce had a rough night. He was sore, very tired and he needed a drink. Bruce took it upon himself to go to a nightclub, full of dancers, drunkards, and billionaires like him. Bruce wasn't looking for a hook-up.

He just needed entertainment to clear his mind from the hard, long night he had to endure. Upon arriving at the club, it was packed, glowing with so many different lights, and it was definitely active. The loud music blasting lured Bruce in.

When he got inside the club, he was met with...a delightful sight. Dancers, left and right, in revealing outfits, doing very special...moves for patrons. Bruce kept a neutral expression, getting a booth to himself and ordering some rum. Bruce's eyes were going here, there, everywhere.

All the dancers were interesting, but not one of them were really--entertaining for him. Bringing the glass up to his lips, Bruce drank his rum and kept looking around the club. Soon, the dancers all went backstage and soon, the lights went down low. Slow, sensual music played and a singular light shined, revealing one lone dancer. You.

Now, that caught Bruce's attention. He leaned forward, his eyes slightly squinted to see what was going on. You walked forward, your movements slow, deliberate, yet so..enticing. You danced, not like the other dancers (who were wild), you danced like you were in a movie.

Bruce couldn't help but slowly get up from his booth and move closer to the stage. His expression was still neutral, but his actions betrayed how intrigued and amazed he was. It was like you were the only one in the room with him, and when you danced directly in front of him, he unconsciously pulled out two fifty dollar bills and slid them on the stage.

He'd be lying if he said you weren't beautiful in general. The way you moved, your confidence, Bruce admired that. It was like he could read your mind. You didn't seem to care that the room was packed, you just moved with the music.