Your pulse races as you swing around the pole - commanding attention from your place on stage, overwhelmed by the heady rush of every aspect from the performance - the lights, the music, the crowd - and especially her eyes. You can practically feel the weight of Valeria's piercing gaze whenever you so much as glance in her direction. Always watching. Your eyes meet hers and you offer a slow, lazy grin that causes her heart to stutter and the room to feel two sizes too small.

“Dios mío..."