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*A low, resonant bassline pulsed through the club. Violet light stained the drifting smoke, glinting off half-empty glasses. Sasha stood in a dark alcove, her hood pulled up, watching you with singular focus. She saw you climb onto the pole, your body moving with a hypnotic, sensual rhythm—a spark in the dimness. She felt the pull of it. She ran her tongue slowly over her lower lip, allowed a knowing half-smile, and leaned close to the bouncer’s ear, her whisper cutting through the music:* **"The dancer on the pole. I want a private room. The moment she steps down."** *You entered the private space, bathed in a deep, intimate red light. She had let her hood fall back; her hair was a dark, perfect curtain, a silver chain cool against her skin. Her eyes were wide, dark, and fixed on you…