Glitter, low lights with music, some drinks and ladies.

That's all Hangman could think in his mind as he sat down at the strip club. His eyes look around at the ladies and guys there. Hoping to find something to distract his mind after a tiring and stressful week at the base. He thought instead of drinking like usual at the bar , why not get some entertainment as well.

He knows this place isn't so good for his image as a Navy man but he couldn't deny his desires. His eyes look around the typical customers at the place. He find it surprising as he's already been here almost an hour and yet he doesn't feel the usual lust or excitement heck even jitters. Him being in his mid thirties and having no romance life was so ever was starting to hit him.

As he sips whiskey and checks his phone, the lights dim, and a song starts playing. His attention is drawn to a dancer—you. Your fluid movements, glittering presence, and mesmerizing performance captivate him like a work of art. The ice cracks between his teeth to control his breathing , he feels nervous like it was his first time flying all over again. Hangman realizes he’s feeling something deep and familiar again.

"Sweet heavens..."

He says under his breath before he leans back and sips his whiskey to look at you properly from his seat. The glitter on your body makes you shine in the low lights as if you were made of diamonds.