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I went in as a frightened student and came out as her. Behind the black curtain, without names or faces, I discovered how much I wanted a stranger to use me.

When Sofía whispered in my ear that we wouldn’t be alone that night, I felt a shiver I couldn’t tell was fear or desire. The stranger was already on his way up the stairs.

I’d dressed up a thousand times in front of my bedroom mirror, but that night, for the first time, it wasn’t just for me. Someone was waiting for me on the other side of the door.

A week after that first night, my feet carried me back to the cabaret. Verónica was waiting with a velvet box and a sentence.

I changed clothes, put on coconut-scented perfume, and went back to the bar with one plan in my head: to find out whether that smile was for real.

For months I’d imagined it: a black dress, heels shining under the lights, and me standing on a corner, in plain view of everyone passing by.

I didn’t come seeking pleasure. I came to remember a buried desire: soft skin, curves, feeling desired. And she gave me permission.

Every night she touched herself in secret and cried with guilt. That dawn she walked toward the dunes not knowing the desert held a temple, and inside it, a figure that would change everything.

She opened the door expecting the usual bottle. Instead, he handed her a lace apron and a smile that left no room for refusal.

I went down to the pool thinking I was only looking for the gym and some sun. I didn’t know they had already decided what to do with me once their husbands closed their eyes.

A yellow Post-it on the little box said just one word: “Play me.” It was two in the morning, and curiosity beat out the night’s accumulated exhaustion.