CHAPTER 106 BIANCA

She would give them a show. Claire was an artist in motion, her body a canvas for the brushstrokes of the pole. She moved with grace and fluidity, her limbs carving intricate patterns in the air. The red dress that clung to her curves revealed a glimpse of the muscles that rippled beneath, each flexion and extension of her limbs a testament to her skill. She glided along the pole, her body arched backwards in a show of strength and flexibility. The crowd gasped and cheered, the air thick with their excitement. The music swelled, and she launched into a dizzying spin, her limbs blurring into a crimson whirlwind. She dropped to the floor, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes heavy-lidded as she stared into the crowd. It had been long but she still had her skills. The men in the VIP room leaned forward, their gazes hungry, their money dangling in the air like bait. Claire smiled, but it was a cruel smile, a smile that mocked their desire. She spun again, climbing higher and h