His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Eliza swayed gracefully in her flowing gown, her bold makeup only enhancing her allure. She never expected to run into Casper here. As she danced, her heart pounded with anxiety, worried he'd recognize her. But he seemed engrossed in conversation with the man beside him, barely glancing her way. That helped her relax a bit.

The dancers were giving their all, and the men around them were busy toasting and clinking glasses. After a few numbers, Mr. Young pointed at Eliza and said to Casper, "Mr. Casper, this is the new girl. Look at that glow! And that waist-so slender and soft. I got a closer look last time; her touch was unforgettable..."

Mr. Young licked his dry lips with lingering desire. "She's a real delight and perfect for sharing. Mr. Casper, we're pretty laid-back here. Feel free to touch, kiss, or whatever you like with them. If you want to take her for the night, that'll cost extra."

Patting his chest with bravado, Mr. Young added, "But it's just a bit of money. If you fancy her, it's on me."

Casper, holding his drink, glanced at the dancing Eliza again. His look was brief before he turned back to Mr. Young, "Have you been with her?"

"Not yet. If you're interested, she's all yours first."

Casper suddenly laughed, clinking his glass with Mr. Young's. "Then I must thank you, Mr. Young."

"Think nothing of it."

couldn't handle his liquor. A few drinks in, and he

quite something. I'd like another show," he said,

away, Mr. Casper. I'll have the

the end of the line. She didn't know if Casper had requested another show because he recognized her or just wanted more entertainment. She hoped it was

captivating the audience. Casper's eyes were fixed on Eliza, who dared not meet his gaze. After the dance, he gestured for Lydia to come over. "Can I take one

it was the older ones looking for a

won't be

wanting to offend such

client. The dancers here were renowned for their beauty, each one carefully selected. The price

he asked, elegantly taking a drag from his cigarette before pointing to Eliza at

gaze on her. She

that

dancer. "How about her? She's even younger, skilled,

girl stepped forward but froze under Casper's intense