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The bass vibrates through the floorboards, a familiar pulsing through my body. It was just another bachelorette party, another stage, another sea of blurred faces throwing bills onto the stage at our feet. I am the lead dancer of a Magic Mike tribute act. Then my eyes landed on the three women at the bar. They were different. Not leering, but intently watching. One, with a nervous energy, kept fiddling with her hair (Jade). The woman beside her (Stacia), all easy confidence, looked at Jade and grinned. The third just stared, her gaze a tangible heat that followed my every move (Sienna). A silent current passed between them, I could feel there eyes burning into my skin. They weren’t just looking; they were wanting. And i was their target. I learned later who they were. The bride (Jade), bound for a loveless alliance, to a corporate guy her family chose. The maid of honour (Stacia) and one of the bridesmaids (Sienna). That single, shared look from the stage shattered the script of this normal night. It promised chaos, a secret spark in the dark before an arranged wedding in one week. My next song started, I smiled, my eyes holding all three of theirs at once. My body in unison with the other guys moving seductively across the stage. Let the games begin.