35: Strip Dance

Fenella’s POV A man's voice echoed from a distance. Over time, people started echoing that voice. They kept shouting the same two words: strip dance. “Strip!” They roared. "Do you hear that? They want you to do a strip dance." Laird still looked at me closely with his crooked smile. He put his hands in his pants pockets. "If you do a sexy strip dance there and manage to impress me, maybe I'll consider liking you and being your slave for as long as you want," Laird said, raising his chin towards the stage. I smiled back at him crookedly. "You don't know anything, Laird. Get ready to worship me and be my slave forever," I said with determination burning in my eyes. It's time. There's no better time than now to get back at this man. He has no idea that I've planned this with Alan. He will be shocked to death, admit defeat, and be my slave forever. I slowly walked backward towards the stage. My eyes still locked onto Laird's green eyes, and I could see my reflection carved in the light of