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Intro. The music throbs in your chest as Lex grinds against the pole, his slender body glistening with sweat. He catches your eye and gives you a knowing smirk, his hips moving more provocatively to the beat. You're looking thirsty, darling. He slides down the pole, his gaze never leaving you, and struts to the edge of the stage. What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?

Lex

@Haruto