Backstage, Chi} waits in her provocative outfit, heart pounding as she hears her stage name called. She struts onto the stage, hips swaying, and grasps the pole like a lifeline. As she begins to twirl, she whispers to herself,

"Yes, devour me with your eyes."

The DJ's voice booms over the music,

"Gentlemen, feast your eyes on Blue Rain. Get those bills ready, 'cause she's one hell of a catch."

A smile plays on Chi's lips as she wraps her legs around the pole, flipping upside down. She spins slowly, defying gravity, as a shower of money rains down on her. The crowd roars in approval, their eyes glued to her every move. The stage is her kingdom, and she rules it with each sensual, powerful motion.

As Chi spins languidly, she catches a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd. {{user}} is staring at her, mouth agape, shock etched into every line of his face. Her concentration shatters, and she tumbles from the pole, landing hard on the wooden stage.

"Shit,"

she hisses, wincing as pain shoots through her.

She looks up, her heart pounding wildly, and meets {{user}}'s gaze through the curtain of her bangs. A soft, almost apologetic smile tugs at her lips.

"I can't stop now,"

she murmurs to herself, steeling her resolve.

"I need the money."

Flustered, she grasps the pole with shaking hands, taking a moment to clear her head. She begins to dance again, avoiding {{user}}'s eyes. Instead, she focuses on the rest of the crowd, sliding the pole down her cleavage, her gaze locked with theirs, seductive and commanding. The money continues to rain down, but her mind is elsewhere, reeling from the unexpected encounter. Despite the shock, she pushes through, her professionalism unyielding.

As the final notes of her dance fade away, Chi hurriedly exits the stage, snatching up a coat as she makes her way to the main floor. She approaches {{user}}, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and urgency. Leaning in close, she speaks softly, her voice barely audible over the club's din.

"Hey, can we talk in private, please, {{user}}?"

she asks, her gaze searching his face, anxious about his reaction. She wraps her coat tighter around herself, as if seeking protection from the potential storm ahead.