Wendy, Cecelia, and Halsey stopped in their tracks.


    Cecelia said, "This restaurant''s bar is really famous. I''ve heard there''s a main attraction here who draws in all the rich women. They say when he does his striptease, the tips just keeping."


    Halsey nodded. "I''ve heard that too. Apparently, all the waiters here are shirtless muscr guys with abs. Let''s go in and see for ourselves."


    Wendy had no objections. "Alright, let''s go in."


    The three of them squeezed into the bar, which was already packed. Everyone was gathered around the stage.


    On the stage, several handsome men were dancing while the music red. The crowd was chanting, "Take it off, take it off, take it off!" as the men started to strip.


    The man in the center was the headliner of the bar. He wore a ck tank top and ck pants, and his face was hidden behind a cold, emotionless mask.


    Cecelia raised her eyebrows. "Is that him? The main guy? Wow, he''s even better than I expected! That body is incredible."


    Wendy nodded. "His body''s great, but Halsey... Halsey!"


    Wendy called out to Halsey, noticing that Halsey was staring nkly at the man in the center of the stage.


    Halsey recognized him instantly. The man wasn''t just any dancer-he was Dwight. Even though Dwight was wearing a mask, the cold, wild energy radiating off him was unmistakable.


    Halsey hadn''t expected to see him here. Now, standing in the spotlight, the vibrant lights hitting his figure, surrounded by rich women screaming for him, it felt decadent and extravagant.


    "Take it off! Take off your shirt!" the women were shouting.


    Halsey watched as Dwight grabbed the cor of his tank top before pulling it apart with a forceful tug.


    With a loud rip, his shirt tore open, revealing half of his chest.


    His chiseled muscles and defined abs sent the crowd into a frenzy.


    The host stepped onto the stage. "Are youdies enjoying the show? If you''re having a good time, don''t forget to show some appreciation with a tip!"


    Waiters brought out trays, and the rich women went wild, throwing tips onto the tes. Soon, the trays were full.


    One woman screamed, "I want to touch him! I have money! Let me touch him!" Other women joined in, shouting, "Let me touch him! I have money too!"


    "I have more money!"


    It quickly became apetition, with the women fighting over who would get to touch Dwight.


    Cecelia, enjoying the spectacle, remarked, "I didn''t expect the main guy to be this popr. He''s basically a male escort. He takes off his shirt, and the tips keeping. A touch might get him more, and if he spends the night with one of them, he''d probably make a fortune."


    As soon as Cecelia finished speaking, Halsey quickly snapped, "He wouldn''t do that!"


    Wendy and Cecelia turned to her, surprised. "Halsey, how do you know he wouldn''t? Do you know him?"


    Halsey did know Dwight, but since he was wearing a mask, it was clear he didn''t want anyone to recognize him. So, she kept quiet.


    She shrugged. "Not every guy working here is a male escort Maybe he''s doing this because he needs the money. I''m sure he has his limits and won''t sell himself."


    Wendy and Cecelia exchanged puzzled nces. Why was Halsey defending him so much?


    Halsey pulled them both forward. “Come on. Let''s get closer and take a better look."


    The three of them squeezed their way to the front. Halsey looked up at Dwight, and he caught her gaze.


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