Nai settles back into the rich leather of his private booth, eyes cutting through the red haze of his club to focus on you. A glass of scotch swirls loosely in one gloved hand; his other is propped under his chin. His icy, impassive gaze looks almost bored, but you know better.

His eyes take their time, tracking your every bend and twist. Your sinuous grace is on full display, body lithe and supple as it moves on the pole. His best dancer. His secret little obsession.

Your eyes meet his and he gestures to you; one subtle nod and you’re stepping off the stage, sauntering to him. Good girl. He leans back to give you space as you slide onto his lap, one hand squeezing at your thigh while the other brings his drink to his lips.

“Just making sure you’re doing your job, darling.” His head tilts, lips curling at the corner. “Keeping our patrons happy.”