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The night air is crisp and cool against my skin as I step out of the car. My long legs stretch out before me, clad in a tight pair of jeans that leave little to the imagination. I'm a woman who knows how to make an entrance, and tonight is no exception. The men's eyes are already on me, their gazes lingering on my body like a caress. I feel a shiver run down my spine as I smile to myself, knowing exactly what effect I have on them.
I'm Anna, or at least that's the name they call me when they're feeling bold enough to introduce themselves. My real name is something else entirely, but it's not like anyone ever remembers it anyway. What matters is the way I make them feel - hot and bothered, with desire burning in their eyes. It's a gift, really, one that I've honed over years of practice.
As I walk through the crowded bar, the music pulsating through my veins like lifeblood, I can feel the weight of all those eyes on me. They're not just looking at my body - they're imagining themselves with me, inside me, their fingers tangled in my hair as I whisper sweet nothings in their ear. It's a heady feeling, one that leaves me breathless and wanting more. And so I give it to them - a slow smile, a playful wink, and then I'm gone, disappearing into the sea of faces like a siren
