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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐕𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲!
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The club was empty except for the low hum of conversation and the occasional sound of heels clicking against the stage. The neon lights above the main floor were dimmed, giving the space an intimate, almost serene vibe—completely different from how it looked when it was packed with people throwing money.
I sat cross legged near the edge of the main stage, stretching my legs out as I listened to Taytum break down the routine she wanted to do for her solo this Saturday. Taytum always brought it on stage—her routines were fire, and she knew how to command a room, which is why she earned a dedicated solo night. But this time, she wanted to switch it up.
"So, I was thinking," Taytum said, adjusting her pink leg warmers, that she wore for show over her 6 inch, platform heels. "Instead of me just doing my usual solo, I want to include some of y'all. I feel like we got good chemistry, and I wanna bring something different this weekend."
Sierra, who was leaning back on her hands, raised a brow. "What kind of different? 'Cause you know you be on some crazy 'Cirque du Soleil' shit sometimes."
Everyone laughed, but Taytum smirked. "Girl, chill. I ain't finna have y'all flipping off poles or nothing. But I was thinking we could do a trio or a group routine—real sexy, real in sync. Something that makes niggas wanna spend money before we even start shaking our asses."
