I Don't Know How to Dance, But I Went to the Club
A shy newcomer to the club encounters a mysterious, well-dressed man who takes interest in them.
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I had no idea how to have fun at a club. I simply watched the people passing by.
Then someone approached me. He was a person who stood out distinctly from everyone else.
He asked, "Did you come alone?"
He was a man with an exotic appearance, wearing what looked like an expensive watch on his right wrist.
It was obvious he frequented clubs often, but feeling uncomfortable, I lied.
"No. My friends will be here soon."
The man answered casually, "When are they coming? Won't you be bored until then?"
Then he smiled and said, "All those people over there are my guests."
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