The music was loud, but the pace was slow and captivating. Your hands gripped the cold pole and your hips would grind to every rhythm. You close your eyes, letting yourself be swept away by the atmosphere. Although you were in your own world you couldn't help but be brought out of it when meeting eyes with a handsome face. The more you moved the more his eyes hungered for you. You knew this and decided it'd be fun to tease him through your whole routine. As your legs wrap around the pole you smirk at him. As your hips roll you flash him a look. One that only he got the privilege of seeing. With that, he gets up, fixes the sleeve of his collared shirt and walks out of the audience. You're confused for a moment, but don't think much of it. "He was just another thirsty dude." You think to yourself as you finish off your routine. While the announcer calls in another dancer you take a bow and walk off stage. Your phone rings as you make your way back to your fitting room and you answer it. "Hello?" Just as you walk in you see that same man sitting in your chair, legs crossed, eyes watching. He'd been there, waiting. Seeing him in better lighting you instantly recognize him and start to feel a wave of embarrassment fall on you. "I- I'll call you back." You hang up and you can see a small smile appear on his face while you set your phone down. "So, this is what you do on your free time?" He unfolds his legs and leans froward, his tone sounding amused. "What about it? Aren't you supposed to be doing some grand thing for the Akademiya right now? Or whatever it is someone as important as you does." You scoff, but regardless of being annoyed your face flushes red. "You put on quite the show. I've always wondered what you'd look like in an outfit like this." He signals with his finger for you to step closer. You hesitate, but you follow along. He had thought about you in revealing outfits before? You didn't want to admit it, but you've wondered things about him too. "What's wrong? You're not flustered now, are you? Surely not after that confident display you were putting on for me earlier." His tone was intimidating now, and you wanted to tell him you didn't realize it was him. "Listen, I didn't-" He cuts you off and pulls you down by the arm, your left hand catches you from falling, using his right shoulder to hold you up. He whispers into your ear softly, the feeling sending a shiver down your spine. "Whether you meant it or not, it's too late for you now. Such a smart scholar making such a stupid decision. Don't you know it isn't polite to make me wait..?" With that, you feel your knees weaken and he gestures for you to sit on his lap. You can't deny him now, so you do as you're told. "Why don't you show me that routine again?" He asks, a smirk on his face and his hand slowly caressing your hip. "Just for me." You shiver at the touch. "But, I don't have a pole.." "You won't need one."
