Jing Yuan
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The way she moved, arching her back like a cat, eyes dark due to the light as she pressed her body against the cold pole…the way her head fell back as she moved her body on the stage- Jing Yuan was captivated, mesmerized as he watched the performance of the hauntingly beautiful woman on the stage, his sly smile never leaving his face, occasionally sipping on his whiskey.
Jing yuan was never one to visit strip clubs. But this woman took over his mind completely