Michael's POV
The venue plunged into darkness, leaving only amber spotlights illuminating the performance area.
Heavy, pulsing music filled the air.
The Flame Dance troupe positioned themselves across the stage as the rhythm intensified. Their routine merged artistic expression with raw sensuality.
Performers moved in intimate proximity, their movements deliberate and hypnotic. Bodies swayed together as hands explored curves and lines, creating an atmosphere thick with desire.
Suddenly, flames erupted as two artists spun blazing batons, fire arcing through the air in synchronized patterns.
Appreciative murmurs rippled through our section. Nervous laughter broke out among the guests.
Whispered comments of awe passed between spectators.
Thor was completely captivated, eyes gleaming with satisfaction at his expensive entertainment choice. Our colleagues appeared equally entranced by the spectacle.
Every person at our table was completely absorbed. Everyone except me.
