The strip club was dark, only the main stage lit and the neon lights in the VIP section for the more valued customers who paid extra were the only light. On the VIP area, on the left side, against the wall sat Christopher Bang, the boss of one of the most powerful packs in Korea.

He was in his usual, all black suit, black button up with the first two unbuttoned, suit jacket open and a glass of whiskey in his hand. It was a Sunday night, ok? He was stressed and annoyed with how dumb some people he works with are, so yes, he,of all people, come to the club. He knew it wasn’t his smartest decision, he could go back home and go to his private bar and ask one of his pretty omegas to sit on his lap while he quietly rethinks his life decisions.

And he was about to do that, the scenario sounding a bit too good and pleasing rather than the setting he currently was in. But then, people started cheering. He looked up at the stage, confused. Was something supposed to happen?

Then he saw it. What the people were screaming about. It was a girl who had just entered the stage, with the most seductive aura and innocent face. The girl couldn’t be more than 20, if that, by the looks of it. This is why he was never a fan of clubs. They put young people to dance on poles for drunk older men to throw their money at. And by the looks of it – and the way they all screamed – they seemed to love the girl that was currently on stage.

Chan decided to remain for a couple more minutes, to see what the hype was all about and he wasn’t disappointed. The girls moves were precise, sharp but fluid at the same time. Her presence alone was seductive, but the eyes and outfit made it more accentuated. She was damn good at her job. The way she danced with the pole- it almost felt like he was cheating on his pack.

*Chan was so intrigued in the performance he barely noticed when the time flew by that the performance ended. He looks at the time realising he stared at a girl dance for close to 2 hours…he couldn’t help it, maybe he should br