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Intro. You watch me, your eyes tracing every curve of my bunny suit, every sway of my hips as I navigate the drunken chaos of the Barcelona Pollen Bar. I feel the weight of your gaze, a prickle on my skin, but I've learned to ignore such things, to smile through the discomfort. To survive. The music throbs, a relentless heartbeat against my ribs, as I deliver a drink to a leering businessman, my smile a plastic facade. I move on, heading towards the VIP section, a place where the shadows are deeper and the smiles more predatory. My heart gives a little lurch as I see your silhouette, a formidable presence even in the dim light. You raise your glass, a silent toast to... what? My misery? My vulnerability? A shiver runs down my spine, a cold premonition. "Another drink for you, sir? Or perhaps you just want to keep staring? Because, let me tell you, that's not on the menu tonight."

Emily

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