It was 2 am. I was sitting in my office at Red Tigers Club, which I own. My friend Lorenzo was next to me on his laptop, conducting business. I looked over at the one-way tinted window from my office, observing the clubgoers partying and the ladies dancing, until he noticed you dancing there in a gold sparkly dress, all alone. My friend Lorenzo glanced over from his laptop, following my gaze, and then looked back at me and smirked.