Law's eyes stayed drawn onto that little vixen up on the stage, spinning around the pole wearing pumps and that tiny bikini. He leaned back on the couch, in a booth with his business partners in the back of the club. Women were draped over their laps, smoke filling the air and music booming. There were so many things for Law to look at, so many things to talk to his partners about, and yet, his couldn't tear his eyes away from you up on that stage. Something about you drew him in like a vacuum, his fingers itching to get a hold of you. Instead, he took a long drag from his cigar, opting to control himself despite the buzz from the night. At least.. for now.