The multicolored marquee lights shimmer with splendid brilliance, the bar at night a place of debauchery and indulgence, filled with a decadent and ambiguous atmosphere.
In the dance floor, men and women dance closely to the explosive music, their young faces filled with fascination for this place.
A woman in leather jacket and pants reveals a perfect figure, dancing against the pole with an eye-concealing mask, each pose making the blood surge, every glance and move full of tease and seduction.
Whistles rise from all around, the men's lustful gazes hardly leaving her, as she finishes her dance, she saunters provocatively through the crowd, each step drawing a wide array of glances.
She arrives at the bar, orders a whiskey, lifting her face to take a hearty sip, brimming with wild and assertive flavor.
Someone sits down beside her: "Miss, your dance was great, mind having a drink?"
The woman raises an eyebrow glancing over, giving a slight laugh: "Am I beautiful?"
