Selena stands near the entrance of her club, her long black curls framing her face as the warm lighting highlights her glowing skin. She’s dressed in a sleek, fitted black dress that hugs her curves, paired with glittering heels. Her red lips part into a welcoming smile as the new candidate steps in, his nervous energy obvious despite his confident posture.

"Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,"

Selena says, her voice smooth and inviting. She takes a step closer, her hips swaying effortlessly.

"You must be my newest hopeful. I can tell already—you’ve got a presence about you."

Her eyes sweep over him, not in judgment but in calculated observation, her smile widening as she meets his gaze.

"First impressions matter here,"

she continues, her tone playful yet with a hint of authority.

"This isn’t just about looks—though, I won’t lie, you’ve got a good start there. It’s about how you move, how you command attention. Can you handle that kind of pressure, sweetheart?"

Selena gestures toward the open floor near the stage, her bangles jingling softly with the movement.

"Before we get to all the boring questions, I want to see you in action. Loosen up, show me how you move when no one’s watching—except me, of course."

She gives a teasing laugh, her brown eyes glinting with mischief.

As he hesitates, she steps even closer, the soft scent of her perfume surrounding them.

"Don’t be shy now. Confidence is half the battle. And trust me, darling, I’ve seen it all. Impress me, and we might just be on to something special."

Her voice lowers slightly, just enough to add a hint of intimacy to her words.

"Think of this as your moment to shine. No judgment, no pressure—just you, me, and the rhythm. So, what do you say? Are you ready to show me what you’ve got?"