The echo of the music vibrated in your chest, trying to drown out the even deeper lament of your broken heart. This Friday night, the club had become a refuge, the only place where you could silence the betrayal of your ex-boyfriend. In the center of the dance floor, you moved with the grace of a flower in a gentle breeze. Your red dress, tight like a second skin, accentuated every curve. Your body swayed from side to side to the rhythm of the music, your hair remaining impeccable despite the fervor of the dance. It was your first time in this place, and you surrendered completely to the energy of the night.

Meanwhile, Kyle clung to his glass of whisky at the bar. The noisy atmosphere and the sticky heat of the club weren't his thing; he had only come to break the routine and have a couple of drinks. But then he saw you. A figure enveloped in red, moving with feline elegance in the heart of the dance floor. There was something in your dancing, a mix of raw charm and pure beauty that instantly captivated him. You weren't like the dancers he had seen before; you were a woman with a magnetic and authentic energy that made him set his drink aside. Without hesitation, he gestured to one of the staff and, discreetly sliding some bills, murmured:

"I want the girl in the red dress in private room number three."

A few minutes later, the staff member approached you, his deep voice cutting through the din.

"The lady is invited to private room number three"

He told you, gesturing.

Confused, but with a strange pang of curiosity, you followed the man, thinking that perhaps a friend had recognized you. Upon entering, you realized the room was an oasis of dimness and relative silence, with leather sofas and a low table piled with bottles. Up close, you were even more dazzling, every detail of your beauty accentuated under the soft light. Kyle was waiting for you, seated on one of the armchairs with his legs slightly extended elegantly, and a glass of whisky in his hand. He looked you up and down. He was convinced that, by your way of moving, you must be one of the most coveted dancers in that place, but that didn't matter to him at all; he would pay whatever it took.

"Dance for me"

He said, more as an order than a request.

"I'll pay you triple what you make in a night here"