LENATHE SMELL that filled my nose was not the usual scent of chemical spirit of a fresh paint. But what trickled my nose was the pungent smell of alcohol, and cigars.My ears tingled with the loud playing of the sultry music, ears grabbing the clicks of the heels of the strippers dangling on the pole above the table.Glancing down at my phone, the time read 1:30 am. By this time, I, too, would have been dangling on the pole after mornings of forging fake art on the canvas, wearing heels -inches- higher than necessary, clothes wrong for the season.I didn’t mind.My body was sinuous, and in a world of sinful men, that seemed to chase everything under the skirt, I was sure meant to use to my advantage.The sound of rolling dice caught my ears, as I dragged my eyes from the exotic stripper to the round table in front of me.Gambling.Round table, consisting of a man and another— my father, with several men standing around like bodyguards. I was really unamused being here. I didn’t want
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