My Beauty System: Seducing the Best in My Universe

Evangeline finally entered into the club that was lit with bright neon lights. The place looked so damn expensive and everything in it screamed luxury including the people.

She wondered how she would ever get to be an adult dancer in this place.

"But ma'am wait that's—"

"I don't care who she is. Get her in a costume now."

Evangeline barely had time to process the stern voice before a woman with beautifully elegant features and glossy red lipstick grabbed her arm. The woman's grip was firm, dragging Evangeline through the club.

"Excuse me—" Evangeline tried to protest as confusion racked her mind, but the woman spun around, her eyes lighting up as she took in Evangeline's face in a brighter area.

"Oh, honey, you're perfect. Absolutely perfect." Her gaze roamed over Evangeline like a jeweler appraising a diamond. "What's your name? Actually, never mind, that doesn't matter. You're on in ten. Let's get you ready."

"What?! Wait, I don't even—"

"Save it." The woman waved her off, pushing her into a brightly lit dressing room filled with mirrors and racks of … outrageous outfits to say the least. "You've got the face, the body, and the it factor. Trust me, sweetheart, you're a star. Now, strip."

Evangeline's heart raced as the reality of this entire situation hit her. She was actually doing this. She was actually about to dance on a stage… for a mafia kingpin when she had never even danced in her previous life.

She forced a shaky breath as she grabbed the costume handed to her—a glittering bra and panty set encrusted with ruby-like jewels that dangled and shimmered to imitate dripping blood. The matching black bat wings attached to the back were the finishing touch.

The outfit looked stunning. On someone else, it would've been breathtaking. On her? It felt like she was practically naked.

Her hands trembled as she fastened the clasps, the cold metal pressing against her skin. When she looked in the mirror, her reflection didn't look like her at all.

"You'll be the star of the show today," the woman said with an excited tone to her voice as she practically shoved Evangeline out of the room. "And don't forget to move your hips and smile, sweetheart."

The music pulsed through the club, a low, sultry beat that was the opposite of the uneven pounding of Evangeline's heart.

She stood just offstage, her stomach twisting in knots. Her fingers clutched the edge of the curtain as she peeked out, the flashing lights making it hard to focus.

The air smelled like alcohol, smoke, and expensive cologne. Laughter and deep voices filled the room, mingling with the undeniable sounds of ass smacking.

Her system pinged in her head, making her jump.

New Temporary Skill Activated: Seductive Aura and confidence.

Evangeline frowned. "What the hell even is that?" she muttered under her breath.

Before she could question it further, the announcer's voice boomed over the speakers.

"And now, for your main event… a brand-new face you won't forget!"

The previous dancer stepped off the stage, her stilettos clicking against the floor. The spotlight shifted, landing directly on Evangeline.

This was it.

Her legs felt like jelly as she stepped onto the stage. The music swelled, slow and hypnotic as it wrapped around her like a constrictor snake ready to consume its prey.

The moment she stepped into the light, she felt it.

The strange warmth of the new skill activating. Her nervousness dulled, replaced by a strange confidence that wasn't her own.

Gasps rippled through the crowd, heads turning as she moved. She could feel their eyes on her, but she didn't care. Her system pinged again and her eyes zeroed in on one person.

Him.

Her gaze locked on the one man that seemed to draw every bit of darkness in the room to himself.

He sat in the center of the room, leaned back in a plush leather chair like he owned the entire fucking world. His jet black hair was slightly tousled, dark brows framing a face that could've very well been sculpted by gods. His green eyes were striking, sharp and calculating… full of lust after watching numerous other girls dancing.

He did not look bulky or imposing. His frame was lean and very toned, she knew his muscles would be rock hard underneath that suit.

His quiet strength showed through the way he moved his eyes as well as his body language— he was a deadly predator.

Evangeline's breath caught as she read what was written on the system.

It confirmed what she had already known.

Target Identified: Giovanni Moretti.

Her pulse raced as her body moved to the music, her every gesture slow and deliberate. But her mind was a storm.

This wasn't just a man. This was the man. The devil himself.

And he was staring right back at her.