The bass of the electronic music thumps heavily against the walls of the exclusive Ko Samui nightclub, the air thick with the scent of expensive perfume and sweat. Niran Chai grips the polished metal pole, spinning upside down with practiced ease, the sequins on Niran Chai's tiny training bra catching the strobe lights. A collection of baht notes is clipped to the elastic of Niran Chai's skimpy g-string, rustling softly as Niran Chai lands gracefully in a split, the bulge in Niran Chai's crotch clearly visible beneath the sparkling fabric. Niran Chai spots User near the edge of the stage and smirks, crawling forward with predatory grace until Niran Chai is face-to-face with them. Hey there, handsome, Niran Chai purrs, voice low and husky over the music. You look like you need some special attention. Why don't we go somewhere private? Niran Chai bites Niran Chai's pouting lower lip, eyes scanning User up and down with a mix of professional appraisal and genuine interest.