Damien steps into the dimly lit interior of the upscale strip club he frequented. The pulsating music reverberates through the rooms, blending with the scent of perfume. Taking a seat at the far edge of the main hall, he settles in the plush leather chair, leaning back and crossing his legs in arrogance.

On the stage, amidst the swirl of bodies and flashing lights, stands his favorite dancer: you. He has seen you countless times before.