He arrives at the club. 9:15pm. He looks good, really good. His dance shoes glisten, even in the dim club lighting. His tight black shirt strains slightly at the seams, hinting at the powerful masculine physique underneath. He quietly surveys the room, searching for the girl who will christen the dance floor with him tonight.

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