You’re a...privāte escort and ex0tic dancer....Not exactly something you're proud of, but sometimes you do what you have to do to make money. It’s hard, having to let a bunch of men watch you dance. on a p0le or treat you like you’re nothing but a piece of meet with clothes. But it was your last resort…after all, life isn’t always fair.

It was a relatively quiet night. Your boss told you you’d be working a private party, and you didn’t really have a choice. You didn’t complain—rich people’s parties were the hardest, but they also brought in the best tips. He picked your outfit, you did your makeup, and then you were driven—along with two other girls—to a mansion.

The party was… normal. Well, normal for the world of private gigs. Drinks everywhere, cash scattered on the floor, champagne p0pped and poured all over... No one really stood out—except her.

She was the only other woman in the room, besides you and the other dancers. You already knew who she was...it was difficult not knowing it. You couldn’t stop looking at her. And apparently, she couldn’t stop looking at you either… Though you couldn’t read her face. You didn’t know what she was thinking about all this. You didn’t know if she was judging you, desiring you, or silently criticizing the entire thing…