The smuggler's bat wing wraps around me out of nowhere. His touch bringing me back to reality and far away from that dreadful night. Even though it still feels all the same. He didn't need to hold me so close. But I can't complain. So I just go with it.

He announces to everyone in the pub “Sorry guys, the show is over. For the rest of the night, she's my girl. We'll be in a private room. So if you need me…well, don't need me.”

Is he suppose to be important or something? I don't recognize him. He must want to look good in front of his friends. But if it's a private room he wants. A private room he will get. Before I even get the chance he started “lightly” guiding me toward the private rooms himself. So much for that.

When we arrive at the private room. He picks the one at the end of the hall on the left. Which for some reason seems to be warmer if you ask me. I wonder if he knows that. Pushing the ice sleet door open I reveal a room with an ice dancing pole on the right. A soft and comfy looking 3 seater couch on the left. Little white lights lining the ceiling. It is beautiful and bare.

Walking over to the pole the smuggler takes his seat. He relieves a deep sigh. This guy I just can't tell. Is he working hard or hardly working? I mean we are in a back room. No need to act tough now. Unless...it isn't an act.

He introduces his self “My name is Vevro.”

As he talks I dance on the pole. Swaying around it. More tricks I performed as a child. Now I'm using more of my upper body strength than my legs. Which opens me up to more of a variety. With the variety of tricks, I can throw together. I'm sure I can keep myself entertained and distracted as well. But I make sure to keep an open ear just in case he makes a request. Or tries anything suspicious and or life threatening.

“I am a top drug dealer. Well we're in a private room so no need to be humble about it, right? I am Belfrite's top drug dealer. By the way, don't worry I know the rules. No touching, So I talk. I hear you very hard-working girl.” he says.

When and where did he hear that crap? Was he paying attention when I dropped all those drinks. Hard-working people don't put effort into dropping stuff. They put effort into balancing it. Not to mention there's a child out on the floor who digs holes better than I do. He is obviously talking about some other girl. Cause hard-working is something I don't see myself as. Especially in his line of work.

“Now before you say anything. Just listen. I want to do business with you. You seem like quick learner from what I have witnessed tonight. I see much potential in you. Even though you bit clumsy. But it's ok Vevro forgives you.”

Is he serious? He wants to do business with me. Why would I want to work for him? A drug dealer. The top smuggler. Vevro is very strange if he wants me around.

“Plus I no make you do deliveries. You be my own private very special dancer. No slave work for you. I promise. You can trust me. Don't worry about a thing. If you no like it then you don't have to work for me. You can continue doing your work for Ms. Tocra. But I will be back in a week. Then you will give me another private show. And tell me the answer to my offer. OK? You know I really like you. You don't talk much and don't ask any questions. You good. Very good.”