Mimi found herself staring out at an empty stage. How the hell did she come here and what is the name of the lord was she doing here? She wondered.
Before she could think further, a powerful spotlight that made her shade her eyes from the glare appeared and when the intensity decreased, she looked up to discover that Victor was suddenly standing there.
He struck a pose like those male strippers at a club and was bare from head to toe except for the towel hung loosely around his waist. She had a feeling what he was about to do.
Strip dance.
Slow sensual music began to play from God knows where and he began to whine his waist to the rhythm. What the fuck?
The scene was freaky in the sense that there was no one else but her in this place. There was just something forbidding about it, like that feeling you get in a horror movie.
