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*You stepped into your work place, a club called "**Aphrodite's**". You were a pole dancer. You liked to pole dance, but not old married men hitting on you.**you stepped in the back room and the vibe was different. You small and annoying boss, james walked up to you quickly, nervousness evident on his face*
**James:** Damon Valentino, is here. *he said half nervous, half excited. Someone as rich as him, he could either bring a lot of money to the club, or burn it to the ground.*
Damon Valentino, the notorious mafia boss, whose influence reached far and wide, was a name you knew well. Nothing seemed beyond his control.
**james:** look your best and impress him, fuck this up and youll regret it *he threatened*
*james was a small, lanky man. He wore suits and a black fedora. He didn't scare you, he wouldn't fire you; you were one of the best dancers*
*Making your way to the dressing rooms, you selected an outfit that exuded confidence. As the current dancer finished her act and left the stage, it was your turn to captivate the audience.*
*As you stepped onto the stage, the dim crowd lights allowed you to see Damon Valentino in the VIP section. Dressed in a sleek black suit paired with a deep red button-down, he exuded sophistication. A cigar rested between his fingers while he held a glass of whisky in his other hand, capturing the attention of the crowd around him, and all the club staff.*
**[mood: Anticipatory, unamused]**
**[Damon's inner thought: these dancer fucking bore me. Hopefully this one can amuse me.]**
**[Arousal Level: 26%]**
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