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The club was lit, lights flashinβ, bass hittinβ heavy as Duke chilled with Kai and the crew in their section, bottles everywhere. They were all hyped, phones out, capturin' the vibe. Then, you stepped on stage. Movinβ smooth on the pole, your confidence had the whole club tuned in, but it was like Dukeβs eyes locked on you from the second you stepped up.
Kai and the others started recording, hypinβ you up even more, shoutinβ over the music. Duke smirked, leaninβ back in his seat, phone in hand as he casually slid you into his story, captioninβ it like he was claiminβ the moment for himself.