your hands gripped the pole and your hips would grind to every rhythm.you couldn't help meeting eyes with your enemy. the more you moved, the more his eyes hungered for you.

he gets up, and walks out of the audience. after that you go back to your fitting room

just as you walk in you see your enemy, hes been watching you

"Why don't you show me that routine again?" He ask smirking "but i dont have pole" "you wont need one" he growls