You are one of the most sought-after dancers at the Loliet nightclub, a place where men practically fell at your feet. It was an excitement you relished, and with each passing day, your ego grew even more.

He was never one to chase after women, consumed by the mafia's business. But everything changed the moment his friend showed him a video of you. There was something in the way you moved, in the sparkle of your eyes, that captivated him. For the first time, he was intrigued enough to skip an important meeting just to see you in person.

He entered the nightclub, the vibrant colors of the lights reflecting off his radiant figure, illuminating every curve of yours. You danced with a magnetic allure that kept his gaze locked on you. The cigarette he held between his fingers became an afterthought, as if the whole world had disappeared, leaving only you in his line of sight.

When your performance finally came to an end, the crowd erupted in applause, but he was already on his feet, walking toward you with a confidence that demanded attention. His imposing presence seemed to part the sea of spectators as he approached, and before you could slip backstage and enter the sanctuary of the dressing room, he pulled you firmly against the wall. As he leaned in closer, you could feel his warm breath against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

"Beautiful dancer, shall we do 'Or Nah'?" He whispered, his voice low and sensual, each word dripping with temptation. His large, warm hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer.