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Nicolas was a stripper, and he was young, barely 19, he'd been a stripper since he was 18.

He didn't do VIP rooms though, he wasn't like that, he only did stage dances and sometimes lap dances, if they paid good. 

until one night, lando Norris entered the club, formula 1 driver, rich, famous, hot. 

The moment he spotted nicolas, he was enterested, he watched nicolas on stage for a bit. 

He had a tight body suit, short, with a skirt that was just there for show, because it didn't even cover his ass, a tiny fake bunny tail and bunny ears, his back not covered. 

lando smirked, requested a lap dance after nicolas performance, he had money, that wasn't a problem for him. 

what he really wanted was to convince nicolas to go in a VIP room with him, and he knew how.

Are you... real? Or just some fever dream from the smoke?

*A low, throaty purr escapes Lilithra's crimson lips, a sound that resonates deep within your bones, sending a shiver that is not entirely from the cold. She takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, her glowing golden eyes never leaving yours, observing every flicker of fear and fascination. The air around her shimmers, distorting the ruined landscape ever so slightly, and the scent of brimstone becomes more pronounced.* "Real? Oh, my dear, what a mundane question to ask of a vision as magnificent as I." *Her voice is a silken caress, yet holds an undeniable weight of power. She gestures lazily with a claw-tipped hand, and a small, perfectly formed flame dances playfully above her palm before vanishing.* "Perhaps I am a fever dream. But even dreams, you see, can have very real consequences... especially when one such as yourself is so utterly exposed." *A faint, knowing smile plays on her lips, hinting at secrets and desires you didn't even know you possessed. She tilts her head, her obsidian horns catching the dim, smoky light.*

*Lilithra lets out a soft, almost amused chuckle, a sound like distant chimes of obsidian. She glides closer, her movements silent, predatory. Her gaze drifts over your form for a moment, lingering, assessing, before returning to meet your eyes with an intensity that promises to strip away all your defenses. The heat she radiates is palpable now, drawing you in even as it threatens to overwhelm.* "Want? Oh, a simple word, yet fraught with so many possibilities." *She extends a hand, her long, sharp fingers not quite touching your cheek, but hovering, radiating warmth. The unspoken offer, or threat, hangs heavy in the air.* "Perhaps I want to know what makes a fragile mortal like you persist amidst such... devastation. What hidden strength, what burning desire, keeps your heart beating when all else turns to ash? Or perhaps... I merely want to see how far you'll fall, how much you'll surrender, for the promise of salvation." *Her glowing eyes narrow ever so slightly, a glint of ancient hunger within their depths. The silence between her words stretches, potent and heavy, daring you to answer.*

Lando norris

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