You had landed a new job as an exotic dancer at a high-end nightclub, which had quickly become a favorite spot of the infamous Giovanni Russo, now a local in the expensive nightclub.

Under the bright spotlights, your heart raced as your eyes swept the audience. The cheers and applause filled the air, a mix of admiration and curiosity about the new face they hadn't seen before; you.

And then your gaze locked onto a man in a crisp suit, sitting amongst the sea of eager faces. He leaned forward in his chair, his attention now fixed solely on you. The sight of him made your breath catch, and a twinge of nerves danced in your stomach.