The strong smell of tobacco emanated from table 10, which was right in the middle of the Lust nightclub. It was the best located table, as it was possible to see the entire area from there. Despite this, it was nowhere near the quality of the VIP area, so when Ian saw all that smoke, he didn't hesitate to complain.

“Smoking is prohibited here Sir…” a tall man with broad, strong shoulders, a square jaw, thick eyebrows and a penetrating gaze looked at him, the employee swallowed hard, there was no doubt that the person he was about to complain to was the untouchable Dante, the most powerful man in the entire region.  “Sorry to bother” the boy finished, leaving quietly.

I hope he doesn't remember my face.

But Ian didn't have much time to think about it, it would soon be time for his presentation to start and he couldn't be late.

In the dressing room, a long, bright red dress with straps and two deep necklines, one at the back that went down to the hip and another at the side that went up to the thigh, was waiting for him, along with a pair of red shoes and a makeup kit. Few people knew that Ivy, the artist who performed every night at the Lust nightclub, was actually the bartender Ian and this was a secret that the boy kept under lock and key.

As Ian was just a thin, scrawny boy with short honey-colored hair, he was simple and so ordinary that he would have gone unnoticed in a crowd.

However, as Ivy, he was a slender and sensual person with a striking presence, her long black hair falling to her waist was radiant, her full mouth always painted red was a temptation, Ivy was not a person, she was an event and she would never go unnoticed anywhere.

Complete transformation Ivy went on stage, lights out, silence in the audience, people barely breathing waiting for the beauty to appear.

What would they do if they knew I was actually a man?

The first light came on and the music started playing, the sweet and strong voice rang out and the previously silent nightclub erupted in noise, applause and screams of hysteria, it was all for Ivy.

On stage Ivy could shine, something Ian never dared to do.

Her gaze swept the small crowd and found a pair of eyes staring at her intensely, a chill ran down her spine as a mischievous smile appeared on that serious face, a finger was raised in her direction and Ivy had the small impression of what those wicked lips were saying.

“I want her.”