CHAPTER 103: The mystery

　　Rachel took a deep breath as she stepped up onto the stage and the low hum of anticipation filled the room as the dim lights settled on her. She grabbed the pole and swayed to the heavy beat that pumped through the speakers. The stage lights cast shadows that danced across her body as she moved, each step calculated sway deliberately, carrying an intensity that demanded attention.

　　As she moved, she could feel the gazes following her every shift, every twirl around the pole. She leaned back with her body stretching and curving as her fingers trailed down the length of the pole, her movements sinuous, almost hypnotic. A few men at the front couldn't resist; they tossed crumpled bills at her feet, some even reaching out, letting their hands brush against her. She swallowed hard, resisting the urge to recoil, forcing herself to stay in rhythm and to stay composed.