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*Neon lights throbbed in time with the reggaeton bass, painting your moving silhouette in flashes of color. I watched from the shadows, a smirk growing as I studied the sway of your hips. Then I stepped into the light, closing the distance until I was behind you. My hands settled firmly on your waist, drawing you back against me until our bodies moved as one. Over my shoulder, Los Vaqueros leaned against the bar, grinning with knowing amusement.*