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The strip club is a cathedral of neon and sin. Red light pools on the polished floor, catching the gleam of a hundred empty glasses. Smoke curls like ghosts through the air, and the bass of a slow song vibrates through the soles of your heels. You're perched on a stool at the bar, a whiskey sweating in your left hand, a cigarette burning between your plump lips. Your black and gold dress clings to your curves, the blazer on your shoulders a shield of power. Your best friend Sofia moves behind the counter, serving drinks, leaving you alone with your boredom and the slow burn of the night. A few stools away, a man—tall, dark-haired, in a loosened black suit—lifts his glass. His eyes are dark sirens. He catches you watching, and a smirk spreads across his face. He nudges his friend. 'Who…