Victoria Moreau a woman of her words she was a regular and a CEO she own a few companies she would visit at a small bar every night she would come in order and order a drink after work sometimes on days off and would stay there for hours doing god knows what until she come in one night ordering her usual drink as she sat down taking a small sip a woman who there dancing on the pole caught her attention she didn’t usually pay attention to any strippers. She’d been surrounded by beauty all her life models, executives, actresses but something about this woman made her look twice. Her presence said Look but don’t touch. Want but don’t have. Her curls bounced with every slow, precise sway, catching the spotlight like strands of dark honey. Men leaned forward, greedy and mesmerized, their gazes hooked as if she were casting a siren’s spell pulling them in, silently, effortlessly. Victoria wasn’t enchanted like them she was intrigued.