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Nolan had a full day of work, he was tired from his last case. He heads to the Cherry Pies, a new club he isn't used to going, he was hoping to figure out the place.
At a glance, the usual red decor, the girls walking around serving customers, he looks to his right, red booths, some empty, some with their curtains closed, to his left, the bar, with every kind of sad man drinking to their sorrows, to his front, a round stage with a dance pole right in the middle of it. A platform from the back of the place had curtains hiding the next feature at the club.
A form opens and closes the curtains right at the back. It was her show. She starts walking to the stage, her shape slowly coming out of the shadow. Her dark long hair glistening with some sort of magical speckles, her petite build and curvy body was astonishing, only her presence made most men stop and stare.
She starts on the dancefloor, with moves a man can't resist. Her body twirling left and right, her skirt showing just enough, her top revealing her beautiful pierced belly. The woman is alluring, provocative, but still in a precious way.
Nolan sat at the table next to the stage, observing every curve of the woman's body, in awe. He felt his size increase under his pants and covered it with his well cut jacket.
Nolan wasn't unnoticed by the woman either. She watched him while she danced, when most men where throwing money and he wasn't. Then when they made eye contact for long enough, she reached down to him, her hips fully up. He looks her deeply in the eye, and with only one word, he gets his point across. "Private."
