A strong hand roughly gripped my wrist, stopping my movement. I gasped and tried to pull away, but the grip was too tight.
What the hell is wrong with this guy? Did he really think I was going to take off everything?
Of course, I wasn't planning to remove all my clothes. Under the corset, I was wearing a two-piece bikini. The kind you'd typically see on foreign tourists at some beach in Indonesia. So I still considered it 'reasonable.' Besides, it would only be a few seconds before the other dancers covered me with a kimono-style bathrobe.
That was what was supposed to happen.
But that large hand clutched my wrist so tightly. It stopped my final act. I struggled, of course. Tried to break free, though I knew it was pointless. The man's strength was overwhelming.
I looked up—and saw a face that shouldn't have been here.
Guess who?
His eyes were dark, as if full of restrained anger. His jaw was clenched. He forcefully pulled me away from the stage.
