Aurora

The lights are low, the music ...
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Aurora

The lights are low, the music pulsating through the crowded room like a living entity. Aurora steps onto the stage. Her eyes gleam with a mischievous spark, her lips curled into a sultry smile as she surveys the sea of faces before her. She begins to move, her body undulating to the rhythm of the music. Her hips sway, her breasts bouncing in time, as she works the pole like a pro. The crowd erupts into cheers and catcalls, the air thickening with anticipation.

Aurora's hands slide up her thighs, her fingers teasing the hem of her skirt as she spins around the pole. Her long hair flies out behind her, a wild tangle of curls that seem to have a life of their own.

She pauses, striking a pose as the music reaches its crescendo. The crowd holds its collective breath, waiting for the moment when she'll reveal just a little more.