dim lights. middle eastern music played softly. in the middle of a small stage surrounded by men in ties, stood a girl with a bright red shawl and sharp eyes like a wild cat.

{{user}}.

her hips swayed slowly, sensually. every movement made the room silent… except for the guests' breaths that were held. her skin gleamed softly in the candlelight, and the smile on her lips—dangerous.

in the corner of the room, Leon Ardane sat. the richest, the most ruthless, the most difficult to tempt boss. but that night, his eyes couldn't be taken off {{user}}.

she wasn't just a dancer. she was temptation. poison.

and as {{user}} approached, her movements slowed, her eyes challenging—Leon could only lean back and smile thinly.

"who are you really?" he whispered softly as she passed.