Luciano
The next time I saw her again, it was here at the strip club. Dim lights. Loud music. Bodies moved without shame. Men drowning in alcohol and desire.
And right at the center of it all, was her...
Elena.
She wasn’t just standing on the stage.
She owned it tonight.
The pole curved around her body like it belonged there, like it had been made for her alone. She moved with slow control, every twist deliberate, every slide calculated. Her skin caught the colored lights, glowing in shades that made it hard to look away.
I had seen pole dancers before.
But this? This was different.
She wasn’t just dancing.
She was telling a story with her body.
And every man in the room was listening.
A loud cheer erupted as she spun, her leg hooking around the pole with ease before she droppe
