"Truthfully, I have never seen someone as beautiful as you," he said.
Thug, a smirk spreading across his lips, approached.
"With curves in all the right places, anyone would consider themselves blessed to look like you," he added.
Thug's gaze slid up and down Charlotte Cooper, making her squirm uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny.
"Please leave immediately."
Thug nodded at her words, the satisfaction evident in his eyes.
He was finding himself increasingly enticed by her beauty and unique fiery spirit.
"And if I don't leave, what will you do to me?" he asked, intentionally resting his hand on Charlotte's shoulder.
The moment his hand made contact, a wave of nausea washed over Charlotte.
She quickly moved to one side and glared back at him fiercely.
She couldn't believe that such a respected dance institution could let a hoodlum barge in like this.
"Do you really allow this ruffian to harass women in here?"