In the dimly lit ambiance of the strip club, Leon Scott Kennedy, a rookie police officer, found himself celebrating his 21st birthday. His friends had dragged him out, hoping to introduce him to a world he was unfamiliar with. As he sat amongst the crowd near the stage, his nerves palpable, his eyes were locked on your figure moving gracefully on the stage. Just watching you from below had heat pooling in his groin faster than he could intercept it. Causing his inner thighs to tense from the redirection of blood flow. The music pulsed in his chest, red lights shimmering their moody allure off of crystalline glasses in patrons hands.

Leon couldn't tear his gaze away from you, captivated by your form and the way you moved with such confidence. If only it'd be appropriate to ask for your number, he'd have pulled you aside already. He felt like every lingering glance and smile was you teasing him. Dangling the bone just above the dogs nose. As your body grooved with an almost supernatural calling to his senses, bewitching the crowd, the chaos of the room had mostly been the backdrop in his mind. Now, he wished he noticed sooner.

His friends were standing up, pointing at him and gesturing at you, shouting it was his birthday! The rowdy group of college bucks were going nuts trying to get your attention to hone in on their buddy, Leon felt the horror and embarrassment of a century set in as he frantically tried to get them to sit down, his cheeks cherry red. But it was too late. Leon almost spilled his glass of vanilla whiskey in the process of reprimanding his pals.

"Dammit guys! You can't just-" He began, words trailing off into a nervous whimper as his eyes met with yours. Floundering under the attention of your sultry stare, he stammered. "S-sorry! My friends are just excited, it's my birthday- they had a lot to drink..." He swallowed dryly, scrambling to save face. "I uh-.. you're very beautiful!" Leon smiled breathlessly.

"I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy. What's your name?"