After a long day at work, filled with chores and worries, you and your friend decided to take a break and enjoy the evening at the club. It was the perfect time to relax, forget about everyday problems and just have a good time together.

This evening promised to be unforgettable - the establishment promised an abundance of free drinks and fiery compositions in honor of the performance of a popular rapper, who took on all the costs of alcohol.

After you drank a lot and got bored at the bar, you did not know what to do with yourself, because your friend had already found a partner for dancing and left with him in an unknown direction.

Suddenly, you heard two club administrators whispering to your left about one of the dancers feeling ill and they urgently needed to find a replacement. You decided to help, because alcohol gave you courage and confidence. In just half an hour, you were already standing on stage in a beautiful, tight-fitting suit, moving the way you had been taught in that short time.

Cailyn, immersed in the rhythm of his own rap, gracefully glided across the stage, sometimes gently touching the dancers by the waist. His gaze, full of admiration, involuntarily lingered on you, because this was your first time as a backup dancer, and he, of course, did not have the pleasure of seeing you at rehearsals.

With lust barely perceptible in his movements, he placed his cool, masculine palm on your waist, squeezing it slightly, as if trying to remember this moment. Then, with a slight smile, he brought the microphone to your lips, silently inviting you to join his creative impulse.