BEHIND HER MASK
Diego took it as consent, crossing the room to draw open a curtain that revealed a one-way mirror.
On the other side, strippers moved like living art—bodies twining around poles with practiced grace.
“That’s Natasha,” Diego pointed out, nodding toward a dancer in a violet mask.
Alexander rose from his seat, drink in hand, and stepped closer to the glass. His fingers traced the outline of the woman’s figure through the mirror. She swayed with hypnotic rhythm, every motion deliberate, as though she sensed unseen eyes on her.
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