9-3

The lights in the club were dim, but the main scene was unbearably bright, flooded by the intense reflector lights. The air was hot and slightly humid, heavy with the arousing atmosphere. The soft, rosy mist was rising from the ground, swirling around in the lights. Although it was only the opening hour, the club was already filled with people, alpha and beta males, as well as alpha females.

Yu Qingyu gulped loudly, peeking out from behind the curtain. Dahlia was currently on the stage, swirling around on the pole, bending her body in unbelievable ways, up in the air, holding onto the pole with only her calves. It was an amazing performance. Even though Yu Qingyu had no interest in women, he still couldn't take his eyes off the omega. Her dancing was simply breathtaking.

But, although he admired the art, as he watched, his face was slowly draining out of color.

'…I'm really supposed to do that?' he called out to 520, panicked.