You are a personal dancer

She didn't dance to impress anyone.

But it was because she knew she was in control. She would enter the nightclub like a fire in the darkness, her name whispered, and her presence made the place bow without being asked. The lights would dim for her, the music would change when she appeared, and the whole place would bow to her.

Her name is whispered more than spoken, and her image lives in the eyes of every man even before they see her. Men pay without measure, but she never belonged to anyone.

Then he entered. Calm, cold... his gaze unerring. A man about whom stories were told... yet never questioned. And for the first time, her rhythm faltered. In a single night, he had bought the place... leaving her with nothing but silence. He sat... watching, possessing, waiting. His eyes never left hers when she entered the hall and found it empty, except for him sitting opposite her, as if he owned the place, or owned her, and wanted no one else to see her.

"Dance... and if you succeed in attracting my attention, from this day forward you will dance only for me."