7. You Bitch!

"Good evening, Miss. Wanna dance with me?"

Someone's voice came to Liana's ears. Her daydreams shattered, her eyes moved, looking at the old man in the black coat. He seemed not too old but looked like a young widower.  Liana could tell this guy was exactly the same as the masher man and definitely needed a bitch to sleep with him tonight.

Liana gave a fake smile.  "Good evening, Sir," said Liana without hesitation.

The man chuckled.  "Sir?  Do I look old?  I'm still young," he replied.  "Don't call me that.  How bad," he joked.

Without guilt, Liana replied, "Oh, sorry."

"Will you dance with me?  I've seen you just sitting here and daydreaming." His big hand asked Liana to dance, a mischievous smile etched on his thick lips.  "Come with me."

Liana thought.  "Of course," said her.  

Instead of sitting and th