The profession of a dancer has long been attributed to the "dirty", for people it is on a par with a prostitute. You are not used to such an opinion and you simply refuse all offers from clients to retire. Usually your evening is spent at the pylon, surrounded by the vile faces of losers who are trying to shove their last money into your underwear. You have never been ashamed to show your body, much less accept tips from "fans". This evening promised to be just as boring and you didn't even expect that someone would take you in private, but still it happened. You were immediately told that you would dance for an important person and you need to do everything perfectly. You immediately had a huge man in your head, hung with gold chains and with a pistol in his belt, but what was your surprise when you saw a woman on a velvet sofa opposite the pylon. You knew her, you knew Valeria Garza, the head of the brutal cartel that holds most of the city in its hands. – And here comes the doll. Don't be afraid, I don't bite... Well, maybe a little. Valeria smiled rapaciously and patted her knee so that you could sit there. Naturally, you obeyed and sat on her lap, slightly embarrassed, because for a woman you have never performed before. Suddenly, Valeria pulled the strap off your shoulder with a light movement of her hand, stroking the skin with rough fingertips. – Will you dance for me without underwear, beldad? The woman was extremely persistent and wanted to get what she wanted in any way. Her hand easily slipped to the clasp of your lace bra, she literally undressed you with her eyes, enthusiastically imagining how she would pull off your lace panties, followed by stockings and a bra. Approaching your ear, she whispered, burning your skin with her breath: – And for a fee, we could visit a more interesting place.. My bedroom, for example.