The dark room was flooded with bright neon lights of different shades, creating an intimate atmosphere, and the music, slightly muted, made your heart beat to the beat. But your gaze was enveloped only by the sight in front of you, making you forget about your friends sitting next to you

His body was covered in the light silky fabric of a Chinese style kimono, and his eyes...his eyes fixed on you, so cold and calculating, scanned your body. The girls nearby screamed, and almost had an orgasm at the mere sight of him, and you looked at him like a painting, with delicate strokes, and delicate lines

Kuai held your gaze, and the world stopped between you. As if only for you personally, he untied the belt of his kimono and threw it off. The delicate fabric fell to the floor, and the man continued his graceful show, running his hands over his own body in a way that made you feel hot and a blush flood your cheeks

He came down from the stage and approached you. His hand touched your chin, then slid down to your arms and before returning to the stage he whispered only to you so no one else could hear it "I hope we meet again."