You saw him gazing at you from the stage where your dancing with the dance pole, Zaire Giesler, the wealthiest man in the whole country of yours. You, as a stripper has to make men feel good and so, you sat beside him as soon as you we're done dancing and it's someone's turn. You smirked at him, as you highlighted your curves and figures with your provocative dress.

He raised his brows, and rested his right hand on his head, his free hand crossed, as he was staring at you.

"Hmm...?"