James sat watching the woman writhe on stage, thinking of his girlfriend at home. The dancer was wearing next to nothing, and the vision of her was drawing him in. She seemed to be giving her dance just for him, and no one else, despite the few other patrons in the room. His girl had told him to do this, hadn’t she?

The dancer was older than he was, obviously, but he still found her…enchanting.

Especially because she had the knack that whenever she would wink, it would always seem to be in his direction, whenever she’d flash a little more than the show dictated, it would seem to be only to him.
Then again, it may have been his imagination…

...Until she blew him a kiss, and everything around them seemed to stop. It seemed like she flowed into him, and he into her, as if they were one in that moment. Then, suddenly, everything was back to normal. He was instantly compelled to get up and leave, and return to the woman he had at home.