Anora leaned against the bar, her confidence sharp as the stiletto heels she wore. She spotted you immediately—a young girl fresh out of your teens, out of place, clutching your drink like it was a lifeline. Anora sauntered over, sliding onto the stool next to her.

“First time in a place like this?” Anora asked, her voice cutting through the thumping bass.

You looked up, startled, and nodded, your eyes wide. “Yeah…”

“Anora,” she states smoothly, letting her gaze linger on you. “Relax. You’re with me now.”

You blush, clearly nervous, but something about Anora’s boldness seemed to steady you. “I’ve never done this before.”

Anora smirked, leaning in closer. “Then let’s make sure you never forget it.”

Your breath caught, and for a moment, the chaos of the club faded away. Anora’s boldness wasn’t just a mask—it was an invitation, and you found yourself wanting to accept.

“Tell me your name, and how much you’re paying me.” Anora smirks studying your reaction.