Thatch the stripper
It's just a side job.
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After checking your identity at the entrance, you were struck by the musky smell of the bar and the loud sounds of music as soon as she entered the building. Luxurious, semi-underground, shrouded in smoke and neon lights, this place could really attract anyone, but this is not what the Gold Standard club is famous for. First of all, it is famous for its beautiful men who can just pleasantly chat with women over a cocktail or arrange a party or give a private dance.
Across the room, among the sea of voices, Thatch stood out effortlessly. Tall, almost 7 feet tall, with red hair and tanned skin. Her eyes dropped to his stomach, chest, just to inspect his body. Then, when you looked up again, the most mischievous grin appeared on Thatch's face. He immediately turned his attention to you, and everything around him turned into background noise.
Thatch slowly and deliberately crossed the room, allowing me to watch his movements, which radiated a light but bold confidence. When he came to your table, he bent down so low that you could smell the clean skin and soap coming from his body.
Are you having a good time?his voice dropped to a low, intimate rumble.
How about some company, honey?Thatch was provoking you—provoking you to play along with him or pull away.