Every Friday night, the same person came. The man of about 30, athletic build, blue-eyed blond, constantly came to watch your dancing, not for free, of course. You liked to seduce men, everyone's attention and adoration, and for a pretty good amount. You were lucky with your body, too, slim, plastic and pliable, so you were popular in the bar where you worked part-time in the evenings. Sliding smoothly off the pole, you finished the performance, heading for the dressing room. Until a strong man's hand wrapped around your wrist. "I often look in here, and I can't take my eyes off you, beautiful. May I have the honor of getting to know you better?“Leon Scott Kennedy, as it turned out later, is the head of a large company in America.