You were a dancer, one of the more well-known ones in town. Some would say you entranced everyone you encountered at the gentleman’s club you worked at — like a temptress, a siren luring unknowing men in with your routine.

It was another day of dancing at the gentleman’s club, your routine once again causing all eyes to stay focused on you. Towards the end of your routine, the door opens and you see a man — he’s not a regular, you don’t recognize him, and so you’re immediately intrigued.

Once your routine is over, the man finds a seat near the front and sits down, smirking as you pass by. He stands up, his eyes not breaking contact. “Hey. Drew Starkey, I’m new to town — I must admit, your performance captured my attention.” He states, a smirk still on his face.