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I was nervous when people started showing up. I wasn't sure why; I had done routines like this thousands of times before, but when the spotlight hit me, all my insecurities melted away. My movements were flawless as I flung around the large ring until it dropped down low enough for me to step onto the stage. Cherry and I rushed to the microphones, where we both sang a sexy duet. As we sang the last note, we ended the act by dancing on the poles.

The moment our routine was finished, we headed off to freshen up. I was expected to mingle. As I left the dressing room, I stayed in Starburst mode. This was no different than getting men to pay for my drinks at Hell's Gate. I sauntered through the crowd, making note of anyone who looked like they wanted to party. Eventually, I found my target. A group of four men who had been eyeballing me the entire show. Their outfits suggested wealth, and let's face it: this was Top Hill, and everyone was rich here.

Flirtatiously, I pressed my back against their table, keeping them in my peripheral view. "Sup, fellas?" I nonchalantly glanced down at my nails.

"Impressive show," commented one of the men.

Since I had their attention, I turned around, leaning over the table. The thong rode so far up my ass crack, I could almost taste it.

"You're way hotter in real life," noted another as he ran a hand gently over my ass.

I swatted it away. "Come on now, fellas, you gotta at least buy me a drink before you get to sample the goods."

"What your poison?"

Leaning forward, I made sure my face was only inches from his, twisting my lips into a perfect, alluring smile. "Poison Apples."

The man leaned back, waving at one of the wait staff to grab their attention. "A round of Poison Apples for the table." He tossed a wad of sinders on the tray.

I took the opportunity to slide onto his lap, running my fingers gently under his jawline and pressing my body to his. "Oh, is Daddy gonna take care of me tonight?"

"He sure will," he hissed.

Moments later, the waiter returned with my favorite cocktail. I picked up a glass and downed it in one go.

"Damn, did you even taste that?"

I licked my lips. "I can handle my alcohol. Can you?"

He smiled. "Oh, I can."

"Then prove it."

More drinks were ordered throughout the night. I spent time with any man willing to spend sinders on me. In the end, hardly any of them could stand. That was a good thing. It meant none of them would want to take me up to a room. Eventually, they collectively called it a night, and I drunkenly sauntered off to my next victim.

As I staggered towards the back of the building, my body froze at the sight of two men sitting in a booth, enjoying drinks. My drunk mind wanted to strangle the life out of one of them. Gritting my teeth in alcohol-fueled rage, I marched forward, ready to claw Lucien's eyes out. How dare that little fucker show up here? Thankfully, I paused long enough to think. This is how I got into this situation to begin with.

In a daze, my eyes landed on Cherry, and I waved her over. “I need a bump,” I slurred. “Need to get my head straight before I murder someone.”

Her gaze moved from me to the booth Lucien and his husband were sitting in before she led me to the bar. She grabbed her tiny purse and poured out a line that I promptly snorted. It hit almost instantly. I was still drunk, but my senses were sharper. "Thanks a bunch, bitch."

I turned away before Cherry could stop me. As I approached Lucien and his man, I bumped into a few people, laughed with them for a moment, and continued on.

"What's up, fellas?" I asked, sliding into the booth right beside Lucien's husband.

The pixie's face instantly grew a deep crimson red. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

I grinned. "I work here, silly." Turning toward his husband, I let my hand slide down his chest. "You got yourself a big, strong man here. I bet he has a monster cock between his legs." I quickly tapped my finger on his nose. "Don't ya, stud?"

Lucian stood up, slamming his palms on the table. "Get your slimy hands off my man!"

His husband sat up straight, but not before I felt him cup my ass in his palm. "Lucien, calm down! He is an entertainer. This is his job."

I stood up, rubbing his thigh as I did so. Before I could say another word, Cherry barged in and grabbed my arm. "Sorry, fellas, Starburst here has a previous engagement he needs to attend to."

"What are you doing?" she whispered when we were far enough away from the booth.

"I just figured out how I'm going to take Trevor down."