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The city lights reflect off the wet pavement as I step out of my sleek sports car. My long legs stretch out in front of me, clad in skin-tight black leather pants that hug every curve of my toned physique. The air is cool against my bare shoulders, and my ponytail bounces with each step as I walk towards the club. I've been a model for years now, but tonight I'm on a break from shooting to let loose and have some fun.
As I approach the entrance of the club, I'm greeted by a line of eager fans waiting for me outside. Some of them are so bold they start snapping photos with their phones in an attempt to get my attention. I smile and wave at them playfully before pushing past the bouncer who's standing guard outside the door.
Once inside, the music is loud and pulsating, and the crowd is dancing like there's no tomorrow. The air is thick with smoke and the smell of sweat, but I don't mind - I thrive in environments like this where I can lose myself completely. I grab a drink from the bar and start working my way through the sea of people, searching for someone to dance with.
