“Our boss?” Flora frowned unconsciously, having no good impression of Desire’s owner.
Tina sighed lightly and placed a hand on Flora’s shoulder. “Don’t think about refusing, Flora. A year is a long time. I brought you here, and I just want to give you some advice. When you should yield, don’t be stubborn. Besides, dancing isn’t shameful, and earning money with your own efforts is even less so.”
Flora didn’t blame Tina for tricking her into signing the contract; she knew who truly cared for her, and Tina was one of them. The contract was obviously the will of a higher force.
Flora asked, “Tina, I understand what you mean. When do I go on stage, since we’re about to change venues?”
“You get changed first,” Tina glanced at the time. “Then head out. It should be about time.”
Inside the dance hall, the DJ skillfully switched songs and adjusted his headset, his voice loud and penetrating.
“Ladies and gentlemen, do you remember that sultry beauty? Once, with just one pole dance, she brought our entire stage to a wild climax!”
“Ohh—” The audience responded with fervent enthusiasm. For Desire’s regular customers, that passionate dance was still fresh in their memories.
The DJ was satisfied with the response, and he gestured with five fingers. Immediately, gorgeous spotlights lit up and drifted towards Flora’s position.
“Ohh— Give us another, give us another!”
The atmosphere below the stage was electric, and the applause synced with the DJ’s music.
Flora wore red hot shorts and patent leather thigh-high boots, accentuating her slender legs. A black tube top wrapped around her curves. Standing at the end of the crystal corridor, her mother’s words echoed in her mind.
Flora’s eyes grew somber, hoping to finish her work here sooner.
May, dressed seductively, patted her shoulder, winked, and smiled. “Don’t be nervous. Let’s go on stage.”
“Alright.”
The tall runway gradually rose as the two women stepped onto it.
“On this hot night, Desire is your friend, Desire is your most intimate companion. A sexy and enchanting ‘Desire Style’ for everyone.”
The music blared, and the DJ’s distinctive voice teased the nerves of everyone present. The crowd seemed to have taken an exhilarating drug, dancing wildly to the rhythm.
Flora and Mei danced on the rising platform, filling the dance floor with one climax after another.
On the third floor, behind the parted beaded curtain, Chuck held a wine glass between his slender fingers. His thin lips curled slightly in amusement, and he raised his glass in a toast towards Flora’s dancing figure.
His amber eyes, gleaming with a lustrous sheen, were inlaid on his face, making him appear eerily fascinating.
Sweat dripped down Flora’s neck, her long hair sticking to it as she tried to avoid the groping hands of the crowd below the stage. The air was thick with whistles and cheers, but she couldn’t enjoy the attention. Instead, she focused on spinning around May, hoping to escape the leering eyes.
But then she saw her mother, standing out in the wild crowd with a look of despair on her face. Monica looked completely out of place in the raunchy atmosphere, her pale complexion contrasting with the rowdy guests. Some impatient people below the stage started to protest, demanding Flora to continue dancing.
But Flora couldn’t dance with her mother watching. She was frozen in place, her anxiety rising. May nudged her with her elbow, “What’s wrong with you?”
“Mom!” Flora cried out, seeing her mother turn and stumble away, unable to watch her daughter degrade herself like this.
The flirtatious voices of the men around her sickened Monica. This was not her daughter. Her daughter was a high-achieving student she was proud of, not someone who would expose herself in front of strangers.
Flora tried to escape the stage, but May caught her just in time. The DJ used his quick wit to distract the audience and bring applause, allowing Flora to escape under the escort of security.
Outside, Flora frantically called out for her mother, but she was nowhere to be found. Dylan’s mocking laughter echoed from the entrance of Desire, a painful reminder of the man who had ruined her life. He stood surrounded by admirers, dressed casually in Armani pants and an open-collared shirt. His beautiful companion gazed at him seductively.
Flora felt a mix of panic and helplessness. Dylan had forced her to submit through despicable means, and now she had even lost her own mother’s trust in this chaotic world.
Flora finally got what it meant to be “mad as a hornet.” She could take a lot, but she never saw it coming that her mom would catch her in this moment.
Her mom had played it safe her whole life, only wanting Flora to live on the up and up, just like she’d always preached.
As Flora closed in, the gal next to Dylan got a gut feeling that trouble was brewing and clung to his arm like a lifeline.
Dylan’s brow furrowed, but as he spun around, he was met with a slap from Flora that packed a punch!
The sharp crack was so loud that it left everyone gobsmacked.
Flora’s palm felt tingly, sore, and fire-engine red.
Dylan’s pals couldn’t believe their eyes, as they had never seen anything like this in their lives. They were at a loss for words.
The guy’s chiseled lips twisted into a menacing grin, and as he licked the corner of his mouth, he could taste the metallic tang of blood.
That slap was no joke!
