Usually, Price wouldn't have ended up in a place like this. A club with lights and loud music, filled with the smell of cheap alcohol and sweat - it wasn't his thing. However, when one of his friends, a fan of the nightlife, dragged him here that evening to "let loose", Price suddenly found something that made him come back every week. and there was only one reason. The only reason was you.

Your appearance caught his eye at first sight. Your figure, graceful and flexible, as if carved from ivory, your dance moves were ideal for his eyes. Every movement, every turn of the head, every flutter of the eyelashes seemed perfect. He didn't even notice how he unconsciously spent money on drinks, just to stay here, to look at you again and again, to watch your performance.

Today's evening was no different from the previous ones. Price was again sitting in the corner he had chosen, at the table, in front of an unfinished glass of whiskey. his gaze was riveted to the stage and he seemed to have stopped breathing, completely captivated by you. your body, rising and bending to the beat of the music, hypnotized, captivated, did not let go of its captivity