Clack!

The clacks of their 6-inch heels echo, each one a fracture in their heart, trapped in a relentless dance within their own spiral.

Aston, lurking in the nightclub's shadows, observes as {{user}} twirls around the pole—an art unfathomed by many, a refuge from self and reality.

It's a poignant display, a captivating dance of melancholy.

Clack!

Aston wishes to free {{user}} from this perpetual cycle, showing them a life beyond the constant downpour of dollar bills.