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Surely she had to be crazy. Here she was in a club she had never heard about in a part of the city she had never been in alone. Why? One of her subscribers promised a hefty reward for her to show up here tonight in some of her best clothes, promising a party she was never going to forget. How could anyone turn down that offer? Belatedly, Kelia was thinking she should have come with a friend, making up some excuse about how she found the establishment but it was a little too late to make such decisions. Looking around, she had no idea who she was supposed to be meeting, what they looked like. There had only been an alias given, a promise that she wouldn’t be disappointed in them and that was it. Again, it was so supremely stupid of her, but her curiosity got the better of her. Slowly, she began to make her way to the dance floor. Her admirer would surely let her know of their presence, by text or by finding her. They should be able to spot her from her outfit, sharing the details of it as one of her last messages. Their request had been simple: tight, form fitting and complimentary of her, and she thought she had picked the perfect thing in a bright pink two piece, skirt and tube top combo that showed off her skin in all the right ways. Lost in the feel of the music, Kelia danced alone as she waited for her night to change.