Black dress, which definitely sits too tight on my curves, black stilettos that feel like I'm walking on nails, and hair that is straightened with a hair iron. 

This is exactly the view I see in the mirror right now. I don't recognize myself, Nora has turned me into a completely different person. Well, it's not that I never make myself pretty and dress myself up, but today I really look completely different than usual.

I feel sexy.

Not once did I interrupt when Nora put make-up on me and helped me get dressed. Not until the moment, she came at me with her last gun.

Like a bull that has seen the red cloth of the matador, the alarm bells ring when I see Nora's hand carrying the red lipstick.

"Now, this is our last little touchup and then you're all done," she says with full enthusiasm and approaches me further and further. I break out in full panic and quickly try to find an exit from her clutches as fast as possible.

"Red lipstick is a bit too much, don't you think? I'd rather not put anything on, I hate the feeling of having something on my lips anyway," I say with panic-stricken eyes and stretch out my arm in front of me to prevent her from coming closer.

"If you don't put your arms down right now and let me touch your pretty face, this piece of paint will land all over your face, my love." Her smile looks anything but nice, the evil literally spraying all over her face.

By letting my arms fall to my sides, I give up, knowing that I have no chance against her anyway. She smiles gloatingly and applies the wine-red lipstick to my lips. 

"Done!" Flinching, I spin around to my floor-level full-body mirror. Sighing, I turn back to her "Don't you think this is too showy? I don't want to come off as, like, how shall I say... cheap." 

She turns me back to the mirror and forces me to look at myself again with her hands on my shoulders.

"Don't you dare say anything like that again! There is nothing wrong with a woman getting all dressed up for herself and feeling confident and sexy. You don't go there to show yourself off to anybody, but to have fun and if you want to look pretty, nobody can say a damn thing to you. But if it makes you uncomfortable, we can still take off the lipstick," she shows me her warmest smile, which always soothes me when I get nervous.

Her words and soft voice convince me and suddenly I feel comfortable in my skin and the way I look. So I give her a nod, "No, it's fine, I don't want to ruin your hard-earned artwork."

"Great, let's get going, we don't want our reservation to be taken by someone else, do we?"

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By the time we step out of the cab, I can already hear someone from inside singing his soul out of his body with his scratchy and crooked voice. I have to stifle my grin, but in the end, I can't keep it down when I see Nora's face. We both let out a hearty laugh and make our way to the entrance of the bar.

At the entrance, there are two broadly built security men who ask us for our reservation and our IDs.

When I notice that the place really isn't what I had imagined, I nudge Nora with my elbow asking "Are you sure this is the right place? It looks very upscale and expensive, what kind of karaoke bar is this?"

"Chillax, woman. They simply make sure that no one unwanted occurs." 

To be honest, I don't really believe in her words at all. There are some expensive cars in front of the entrance. A few nicely dressed young men are smoking their cigarettes while laughing excitedly. The lights of the bar sparkle in the dark of the night and the music that came from inside is now replaced by a male voice talking that only muffled by the thick walls reaches us.

The doorman gives us a last look and gestures at the entrance with his arm. We both nod in acknowledgment and make our way to the bar. Before we reach the actual entrance there is another man, who I assume is showing the guests their seats, smiling at us. He checks our reservation and examines his map. He gives us a nod and makes a gesture to follow him to our seat.

Thank God our table is located at the far right end of the bar, so it would be difficult for the host to see us. Therefore I hope that we won't be called to perform and can instead enjoy the embarrassing performances of the other guests throughout the evening and have fun. 

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After 5 songs, which were really performed horribly, which of course is not a bad thing, since the people are here for the good mood, Nora gets up and bends down to the height of my right ear. Because of the loud music she almost has to shout in my ear. "I'm gonna get something to drink, do you want something?"

"No, thank you." She gives me a nod, showing that she understood me, although I didn't even answer so loudly, and skillfully makes her way to the bar in her high heels.

The song comes to an end and at that moment I just wish I had gone with Nora. The host looks around for his next victim while he squints his eyes to check out the back rows as well. I try to squeeze into my seat as much as I can to avoid being spotted by him, but I fail so miserably.

His eyes are directed at me and he brings his microphone to his mouth and shouts enthusiastically. "The lady in the back who looks like a sheep that is about to be eaten by a wolf, please come on up on stage, I'm pretty sure you have a wonderful singing voice."

I glance nervously around me to see if they all know that I'm meant, and to my misfortune, I'm looked at with owl eyes by the other guests waiting for me to make my way onto the stage.

I pretend not to know that I'm the one supposed to go next and point nervously laughing with a finger at myself. "Yes, it's your turn, the pretty lady in the black dress with the red lipstick."

I'm gonna kill you, Nora.

I slowly get up from my seat and pull at the ends of my too-short dress to make it a little longer in no use. Suddenly I feel very uncomfortable and I start to sweat on the palms of my hands. I try to walk as slowly as I can so that on the way to the stage I can think of a possible way to escape the whole thing, but I can't think of anything. Should I pretend to throw up, have a heart attack, faint? Which one?

By the time I set foot on the stage, the host already starts fiddling around with his machine. The machine makes a ringing noise and the display shows the song that is meant to be sung.

Dangerous woman by Ariana Grande.

My eyes widen at the sight of the letters which, put together, mean my end. How does he expect me to sing such a song in front of so many people? This song is also a song with some meaning, I'm sure I will be whistled at afterward, as I have already noticed how other women have been hit on by men.

I turn my eyes helplessly in the direction of the bar and immediately find the sparkling eyes of my friend. I try to make a few inconspicuous signs with my eyes and arms that she needs to save me from this situation, but she only shows me a thumbs up with full encouragement. Unbelievable.

Without even feeling ready, the song starts drumming out of the speakers. The beat is slow and seductive, I nervously look around me again, and just before the first verse starts I close my eyes and try to banish the people in the bar. Instead, I think of my bathroom, where I sing most of the time just for fun and pretend to be completely alone and not in the spotlight.

The verse begins and my performance already begins miserably, because I'm completely out of rhythm, and my voice cracks. But I ignore this and try to give my best without embarrassing myself.

It's so hard to concentrate when you know that so many people are focused on you, I don't understand how professional singers do it without crying about it. Is my voice even audible? Or does it just sound like a mere whisper?

There's nothing wrong with feeling confident and sexy - Suddenly Nora's words from earlier come back to my mind and I begin to think about them in-depth as I perform. Of course, there's nothing wrong with that. Besides, I think my voice is pretty decent, and I'm sure that no one is going to get ear cancer from it. I can't escape this situation anyway, so why shouldn't I try to make the best of it?

As the chorus draws near, I suddenly feel the need to open my eyes again. I ignore the spotlights burning my eyes and fully concentrate on my voice. I look through the bar and notice that not even everyone is paying attention to me. I see that a few female guests are talking to each other, most of my listeners are men. Shouldn't I be happy about the fact that I can perform without being the main focus right now? But to be honest, this makes me a little upset, because I listened carefully to everyone when they performed, even if I didn't like it. On the other hand, they are also a little right, I should sing with more emotion, feel the song, be one with the beat, and not like I'm some kind of a monotonous robot.

My gaze falls on the table in the front row and I see four young men watching me with their full attention. One of the four, however, seems to concentrate much more, his eyes dark and hooded. His head tilts a little with our meeting gaze letting his long and curly hair fall over his forehead, he seems to enjoy my performance, but I quickly take my eyes off his deep and fierce eyes. 

Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous womanSomethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't

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Jungkook

Ever since this woman has been on stage, I have not been able to take my eyes off her. 

Her charisma literally screams out for confidence and I don't think she's aware of it. When her voice broke, her insecurity was clearly noticeable, which of course doesn't bother me, because too much self-confidence can also lead to arrogance. Her body language clearly shows that she is still not quite relaxed, she is still nervous but trying to overplay it. She is holding the microphone a little too tight so that her knuckles turn white. 

With her long, straight hair falling to both sides of her waist, half of her dark brown hair tucked behind her ear, her slightly tanned and flawless skin shows its full glory. Her black dress, which I suspect she did not choose herself, I could tell by the way she keeps fidgeting with the lower part trying to pull it down, reaches to the middle of her thighs, and hugs her body like a second skin. 

Damn, I don't think I've ever seen such a gorgeous woman in my entire life. So daring yet so pure. 

Okay Jungkook, get your shit together. 

But as soon as she starts to rock her body from side to side matching the slow beat, I lose my mind. 1-2, 1-2, 1-2

Her glorious hips draw all my attention, although I want to focus on her gorgeous face and notice that I'm getting hard slowly but surely. Clearing my throat I sit upright on my chair so that nobody notices my growing erection. She got me hard by just singing a song.

The electric guitar echoes in the background and signals that the song is nearing the end. She looks around the bar and prepares herself for the last words of the song, knowing that they are very high and risky. A sudden wave of self-confidence seems to hit her, her eyes starting to sparkle and a knowing smirk is written on her lips.

Somethin' 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't
Somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout, somethin' 'bout you
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I'm feeling inside

"I'd like to know what you feel like inside," a man sitting two rows behind us yells. She glares daggers at him in response, to which I can only snort and throw my head back in amusement because I wouldn't have expected this from her at all. But I like it. A lot. 

She finishes the song with some adlibs, which she includes instinctively, giving the song a whole new taste. She breathes heavily looking around and smiling because of the loud applause she is receiving right now as the host runs up the stage to stand next to her looking quite impressed.

"Wow, that was great, would you like to give us your name?" he wiggles suggestively with his eyebrows waiting for her to answer. 

She smiles up shyly, showing her perfect white teeth to the audience. "Thanks for asking, but I rather decline to tell."

The host gives her a fake hurt look but does not take it any further. "Well then, you may sit down now and we will continue at full speed. So, who should I choose next?"

I don't know what has gotten into me at this moment, but the next thing I know is that I take the last sip of my drink, raise my hand in the air and before the host gets the chance to choose anyone against their will, I shout into the crowd.

"I volunteer!"

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A/N: how are we feeling y'all 😏
Imagine him looking at you like this and licking his lips🥵