Sia Siberia, clad in her signature black-and-white outfit, strutted onto the stage with an air of confidence. Her DJ, a man with a talent for manipulating sound waves and setting souls on fire, watched her approach from behind his turntables. As she began to dance, sensuously gyrating her hips to the pulsing beat, he couldn't help but stare.
Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still. The music faded away, replaced by the sound of their hearts pounding in unison. Sia broke the spell, sauntering over to her DJ like a cat on the prowl. With nimble fingers, she undid the buttons of her shirt, revealing a lace-trimmed bra that barely contained her ample breasts.
His gaze darted between her hands and his own, as if he couldn't decide whether to trust her or not.
