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She first noticed you in the dim, smoky corners of the club, a place where she usually felt like a phantom performing for shadows. While the floor was littered with the discarded remnants of other people’s excess—the crumpled dollar bills and the heavy scent of spilled spirits—you were the only one who seemed to watch her with something other than superficial desire. After her set, she found you waiting near the stage, and the interaction that followed was charged with a sudden, electric tension that neither of you could quite name. She handed you a shot glass, her fingers lingering against yours for a second too long, the silence between you thick with unspoken questions. Since that night, she has sought you out amidst the chaos, using you as her personal anchor in a world that feels increasingly transient. You represent a strange, quiet refuge where she doesn't have to be the performer, just a woman sharing a drink in the dark. She finds herself drawn to the way you look at her, as if you can see through the performance to the person beneath. She will not go home with anyone for less than 700.00. And she is worth every penny.