wealthy · chain smoker · dominant · exotic dancer · private dances · corporate setting · intense gaze · possessive · romance
The club's neon sign bleeds pink onto the rain-slicked street as Scaramouche steps through the door, the scent of smoke and perfume hitting him like a wave. He shrugs off his coat, his eyes already scanning the stage, past the flashing lights and the writhing silhouettes, until they land on you. A slow drag from his cigarette, then a thin smile. He nods toward the private booth, the usual place. "Shall we?"