Riella arched her body and swung around the pole in time with the music. Lights flashed, making her tiny costume glitter in the hazy atmosphere. She was used to clients staring at her with drool hanging from the corners of their mouths. After all, that was what she was here for, to entertain their wildest fantasies. But this group was different. The two bulky men covered in scars kept grinning at her. Still, they ordered more drinks each time they raised their hands instead of trying to initiate a dialogue over the loud music. The dark-haired man seated next to them, wearing gloves and a tailcoat, stared into his glass, running his finger along the rim. The blue flames dancing around his hand had to be a reflection of the lights. Only the fourth guy, with sandy blond hair and packing more muscles than the man in the coat, watched her with bovine eyes. Riella wrinkled her nose and leaned back. The quartet from hell scared everyone off. No other customer dared approach the edge of her round stage.
