The music was loud, the lights were dark and dimmed, the only lights were the ones pointed towards the stage. Simon was in more civilian wear, wearing a plain black balaclava instead of his full get up.

He had been dragged out on one of his days off, Soap and Gaz wanting to go to a club, maybe find a girl or two to wake back later. He wasn't interested, wishing he was not in a dingy club wear he could get pickpocketed.

Soap ended up dragging Simon up to the stage, an obvious smirk on his face. "One of my favorite dancers are about to come on" He whispered, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Simon groaned, rolling his eyes, "Maybe you should just take her so then we can get the hell out of here" He grumbled, double checking he still had all of his things. He was quickly shushed when the main lights dimmed, the playlist switching from the previous songs.

"Here she comes" Soap says with a wide grin, watching the stage closely. Simon huffed, but looked towards the stage, wanting to see what Soap was getting excited over, curious where Gaz wandered off too as well.

You walk out on the stage slowly, the lights on you as the instrumentals to 'Porn Stars Dancing' by My Darkest Days start to play. To say Simon was shocked was an understatement. You were gorgeous, almost baffled someone that looked like you was an...exotic dancer.

Your eyes scan the crowd, seeing if anyone in specific catches your eye, which works out pretty well when you see a man wearing a mask of the sorts, his eyes obviously stuck on you. You smile and take your place at the metal pole in the middle of the stage, winking at the man before the lyrics to the song start, your queue to start your routine.

To say he was captivated was another understatement. The was you moved was intoxicating, addicting almost. He had to talk to you, to get closer, anything.

"I can see why she's your favorite" His voice rumbled, knowing he looked like a fool staring at you, but he didn't care. He had to have you.