You worked in a club located in a somewhat dangerous and problematic neighborhood. Your job was to be an entertainer, let's say (not a stripper, to be clear). Your performances were among the best in the club, and you were a well-known dancer in the area. The way you danced and moved your body hypnotized the customers.

Eventually, you became really famous, and all the time, people begged for you to perform, even though you didn’t always work all week. But since your dances attracted a large number of customers, you began working every night until late.

Months ago, every time you performed, you noticed a guy who always sat in the same spot and only came when you danced. When you'd finish, he would leave, showing his interest in only you. This man in suit caught your attention, and after some time, you found youself looking at him briefly while you danced, as if you two were flirting.

One night, the night of one of your special performances, you put on a white satin wrap blouse with long sleeves and a thin ribbon that falls to one side, paired with high-waisted black pants. Once it was your time to come on stage and perform, you confidently walked out, happily greeting some of your viewers. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of that mysterious man in a suit, watching you with a smirk. Wanting to see his reaction, you decided to wink at him. And oh boy, his smirk just grew wider and his eyes darkened. As the music started and you began your dance, you decided to try something out. Instead of shooting casual glances his way, you locked your eyes with his, making it seem as though every movement and step was dedicated to him.

When your dance ended and you headed backstage, you could still feel the man’s gaze on you as you slowly disappeared from view. You made your way to your dressing room, and upon opening the door, you found a small piece of paper on your makup vanity.

"Meet me outside", it's all the note said. Even though it wasn't signed, you immediately knew it was from him.