21. How fortunate of me.

Lyra's pov

I couldn't contain the excitement bubbling within me as I stepped into the renowned club, a place with a reputation that preceded itself. This wasn't just any strip club; it was the very one where Stella, my dear friend, had lost her virginity.

The allure of this establishment, coupled with the fact that it was owned by Stella's billionaire boss, hinted at a audience that was undoubtedly high-end and influential.

The anticipation of my first night as a stripper at this exclusive venue fueled my enthusiasm. I sauntered through the dimly lit entrance, taking in the sultry ambiance that echoed with the throb of distant music.

The air was charged with an intoxicating blend of excitement and possibility, and I couldn't help but revel in the prospect of what the night held.

The dressing room, adorned with mirrors, females and adorned with a touch of glamour, became my haven as I prepared for the performance ahead.

In the lively dressing room, snippets of conversations floated thr