Harmony is a spirited young woman navigating the vibrant yet gritty world of a strip club, where she dances to support her dreams amidst the shadows of her past. Following the mysterious disappearance of the original owner, the club is abruptly take...
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Harmony Briseis Osabutey PRESENT TIME | 01/16/21
In the lowly lit strip club, Harmony glided onto the leveled stage, her silhouette shadowed by the variety of colorful lights that shimmer through the strip club, casting enchanting reflections across her figure. The air was thick with the cheers of the audience, and as the lights swirled around her, they painted her skin in colors of electric blues, fiery reds, and soft purples.
With confidence radiating from her every step, she strutted with grace, and her movements captivated the crowd. The rhythm of the music, TSU by Drake, pulsed through the building, which synced perfectly with her own heartbeat.
Her daddy is not around, her mama is not around. I watch her climb to the top of the pole and then get to slidin' down.
She reached for the pole, her hands firmly gripping it, showcasing her strength as she briefly wrapped a leg around it, her body arching as she walked around, mesmerizing the audience with her fluidity.
Harmony's floss perfectly enhanced her performance. She wore a black velvet two piece, which displayed her toned physique, that was adorned with gold sequins that caught the light and hugged her curves.
Her legs were accentuated by thigh high stiletto boots and her hair cascaded in soft waves while her makeup was strikingly bold- a smoky eye and a highlight that accentuated her cheekbones, giving her a glow. To complete the look, she wore a black choker, making her an undeniable woman on the stage.
As the music started to pulse, her body gently swayed to the rhythm, then she wrapped her legs around the pole, executing a flawless spin. Her fluid movements transitioned from one pose to another with an effortless elegance. As she ascended the pole with evident core strength, she performed an inverted pose, her body suspended upside down.
"Mo Dolla!" The audience gasped in impression to her consent performances, captivated by her ability to defy gravity.
When she descended, she smoothly transitioned into a series of dynamic floor work. Her body glided along the stage, movements sharp yet sensual. With each flick of her hair and curl of her fingers, she told a story, embodying a character that was fierce and seductive.
"Hey, baby. What's your name?" She asked the male nearest to the stage, who she could tell had lots of money.
"Don Pablo." He smirked, staring at her with low, mesmerized eyes. He gazed at her as he slowly dropped a stack of fifty dollar bills on her when she danced in front of him on the floor of the stage.
"Mm." She smiled as she stood up, executing a spin when the lights flickered across her face, highlighting her seductive eyes and the elegance in her movements.
Ending her routine, she accelerated on the pole, transitioning herself into an upside down position as she made her ass clap. Then, she swiftly flipped her body into a split, leaving the crowd in awe. She confidently stood up, chest rising and falling as she basked in the applause of the audience that watched and threw money at her.
