Twenty-seven followers. That is the entire crowd, which means the next thing she does, she does with almost nobody else in the way.

She is 27, ebony, blue eyes that stay locked on the lens as she tilts her face up and waits for it — the finish she wants wearing is the one she keeps out in the open room, no coaxing required. Say it to her in English, German or Spanish; all three land.

Twenty-four tokens a minute gets you her alone, where she'll feed you first and then quietly stop pretending the evening was ever about dinner. Go exclusive and she takes it outdoors, or just dances — slow, unhurried, hips making the whole argument for her. Switch your own camera on for 32 and she watches you watching, which is when those blue eyes turn genuinely unkind.

Right now her attention isn't divided. Open the room while that's still true.