Meet me at night. Own Lana

Have you ever had to dance on the stage of a nightclub? Few will answer “yes” to this question. And a couple of months ago I would be on the side of the majority. Now I have to spin around the pole, hiding the larvae of a decent girl behind a wig, a mask and a cat-haired woman. But these are not all my problems. One special client is watching my every performance, from the indifferent look of which my blood boils. And no matter how I try to listen to the voice of the mind, the temptation to bring him to emotions too great.