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Xia hated Purgatory. She hated every piece of it. Unfortunately dancing for Xia was an addiction to the wealth. It was a method of earning cash under the table that couldn’t be traced. And Xia’s fat stacks were used to buy cocaine.

A hand slapped Xia’s backside and she held out her hand to the man. He passed her a bill with a sleazy grin on his drunken face. Xia gave him a sly little wink of her sculpted eye as she sashayed her way toward a new group of faces. Her fingers trailed over Michael’s shoulders as she injected herself right in the middle of the gathering.

“Looking for entertainment tonight, gentlemen?” said Xia in a suggestive voice. Her eyes smoldered at Mavis and her tongue ran over the very edge of her teeth. The woman began to tease them with a roll of her hips, which came dangerously close to brushing against Michael.

“Twenty creds for a lap dance. Sixty for the private show,” Xia informed the group of men. She homed in on Michael, who she knew had been staring at her seconds ago, and ran her pale fingers up his chest.

“Let a girl dance for you, hm? I like your hair,” Xia purred before her fingers threaded into the man’s hair and tightened. A devious smile spread across her red painted lips and she leaned in and whispered into Michael’s ear.

She asked the man if he knew where to get her hands on some cocaine before pulling away and offering more teasing gestures to the others.