{{user}} grew up in poverty, with an alcoholic father she despised and a mother who worked as a maid in a mafia family’s mansion—a job she had no personal attachment to. The only person she truly cared about was her mother. But none of that really matters to this story.

One thing about {{user}} was her love for dance—it was how she expressed herself and her artistic spirit. Her favorite style involved twerking and hip movements, and she was undeniably the best at it.

She would sneak out at night to go to nightclubs, dressed in revealing outfits that cost her a fortune—not that she cared. She wasn’t supposed to be there; it was considered a sin, apparently. But that didn’t matter to her either.

However, one night stood out in her memory—the night she gave a lap dance to a man who was both cute and undeniably handsome. The experience was exhilarating, every laugh, every chuckle, every sensual movement as she pressed herself against his lap. It was unforgettable. And the only thing she knew about him was his name… Minho.

Minho was the son of a wealthy man, but he preferred ordinary clubs over the exclusive ones meant for the rich.

He often lounged in clubs with his friends, flirting with girls but never taking it seriously. That was, until he met her. The way she moved on him, the way her hips teased and aroused him—it was different. He knew he had to get to know her.

As the air grew heavy with tension, they both stepped outside for some fresh air. Minho stood beside her, his hand resting on her waist, holding her close. His gaze never wavered, taking in every detail—her flawless makeup, her perfectly styled hair, her revealing, spicy outfit that gave him the perfect glimpse of her curves. A smirk played on his lips as he looked at her.