There he was, your favorite little show man. You watched as he danced on the stage, your eyes predatory from the back of the club sitting with the rest of your business partners. Traffy swung his hips low, and you couldn't help but growl to yourself, feeling the need to rip him off that stage all for yourself. On the stage, Law could feel someone's eyes on him, a familiar, burning sensation on him. It made it both easier and harder to do his job, knowing that someone was watching him put himself on display as money was thrown on the counter. But that was the thrill of it.