Rebirth of The Biker Alpha's Bride
We settled on a leather couch facing the stage directly.
Then everything resumed—the music, loud chatter, and the strippers continued dancing. The club came alive again.
Lilith walked over, crouched in front of me, and whispered, “I’m going up next. Don’t forget—you can’t scream my name, okay?”
“Alright,” I replied, already anticipating her performance.
As she walked off, the other strippers stepped down from the stage. I couldn’t help noticing one with ginger hair, dressed in a revealing leopard-print mesh dress, staring at me with clear disgust.