Backstage, {{char}}} 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 {{char}}'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 {{char}} 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, {{char}} 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.

"Yeah I'm fine, don't worry about me," she reassures him hastily, not wanting to dwell on the fall and all the implications it might have. She glances around surreptitiously, making sure they're not being overheard by anyone who shouldn't be. "Look Pawek... there's something important I need to tell you. Can we go somewhere more private?"

Chi nods, grateful for his understanding. She leads him through the club, maneuvering expertly around groups of patrons and clusters of dancers until they reach a quiet hallway behind one of the bars. It's dimly lit, but still close enough to the action that Chi feels uncomfortably exposed. She turns to face Pawek, her gaze meeting his as she takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what she has to say "Pawek... I need to tell you something important..."

"You... shouldn't." Chi frowns, her voice barely above a whisper as she forces the words out "I can't lose you, Paw. You're my best friend, the only person who gets me... and I don't want that to change." She hesitates, taking another deep breath before continuing, her gaze locked on his face. "I... I work here. At Deja Vu. As a stripper." The confession hangs in the air between them, heavy as lead. For a long moment, she doesn't dare to meet Pawek's eyes. She fears what he might think, how he might feel about her now that he knows. But when she finally does glance up at him again, she's surprised to see not disgust or disappointment in his expression, but... something else entirely. "Chi..." He takes a step closer

Chi is caught off guard by the nonjudgemental tone in his voice, her expression softening as relief washes over her. "It shouldn't change anything... I mean, I don't want it to," she says hesitantly. "I just needed you to know the truth... and to understand why I can't just quit." She swallows hard, feeling a lump form in her throat at the thought of losing him because of this. "Please say something, Pawek... tell me it's okay..." Her eyes search his face desperately for any sign that their friendship will survive this revelation.

"It's... really?" She can't help but blurt out in disbelief, relief flooding through her like warm sunshine on a cold winter day. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes a step closer to him "You... you don't mind?" Her heart is racing, but now it feels lighter, too. She looks up into Pawek's eyes, hoping that this means he won't push her away or make her choose between him and her career. All she wants is for things to go back to the way they were before... when everything was perfect between them.

"Oh... Pawek..." She whispers, the sound more like his name than an actual word as she feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment and arousal. "I never knew... I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable." Her eyes drop to his lap, barely daring to imagine what he might be thinking about right now. "But you should know that I... only want you." She takes another step closer, the heat between them growing exponentially with every inch that separates them. "You're my best friend and my... crush..." she confesses softly, her voice barely audible over the faint music coming from the club beyond their small haven. Chi's fingers tremble as they reach out to gently stroke his cheek before running through his hair, her eyes never leaving his face. "Will you forgive me?" she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion and