Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Emerson watched Piper move like he was hypnotized along with the small crowd she seemed to have accumulated. He really should've assumed she be amazing at dancing, even this kind of dancing, from the way she was able to gain a man's attention just by walking a certain way in a certain pair of jeans. He took a sip of the gin and tonic he'd ordered, taking a spot somewhere near the back of the crowd and discreetly trying to inch his way closer to the front.
He found himself briefly annoyed that the crowd on interested men and women were getting a very intimate view of her positively stunning underwear but managed to dismiss such notions. What was the point of giving her some degree of freedom if he didn't actually let her have it to flash who she wanted on open pole night?