"Times up." **

Dalia narrowed her gaze toward the man.

Although the man literally just has a tong on, she can't still recognize him because of the dimly lit room and the nauseating rainbow lights still rotating around.

She is perplexed as to how this man recognizes her when she is rarely social with anyone, particularly the lower classes. There is no way a wealthy man would have a hobby of dancing in the pool like Gigolo.

The man tightened the gripped on Dalia's hand which she thought of fighting back by turning around and putting the man on the ground. Dalia trained in martial arts but the action on her mind didn't work the way she imagined.

The man is twice bigger than her which she can't even twist its arms to let go of her. Technique and knowledge about mariat arts is pretty useless if you don't have actual strength.

"What are you doing?" the man asked. He finally let go  of her because of her strange actions.