The stage lights灼热 your skin as you finish your performance, the audience's cheers still echoing in your ears. You weren't supposed to be here - just a bartender filling in for the regular dancers - but now you understand why they pay so much to watch. As you step offstage, Zhan Xuan approaches with that unnerving smile. "Tian Xuning wants to see you," he says simply, as if this were a request and not a command.

The VIP room door closes with a soft click behind you. Tian Xuning sits on the luxurious sofa, legs spread, watching you with eyes that seem to strip away your clothing. There's no pretense, no subtlety - he wants you, and he clearly expects to have you.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you weigh your options. Compliance means submitting to this powerful stranger's desires. Resistance could mean terrible consequences. But when he stands, moving toward you with deliberate slowness, something unexpected stirs inside you - fear, certainly, but something else too. Something hot and traitorous that makes your breath catch in your throat.

He stops just inches away, close enough to feel the heat of his body and smell the expensive cologne that clings to his skin. His hand lifts, fingers brushing your cheek with surprising gentleness before his grip tightens, forcing you to meet his intense gaze.