Hold me, Touch me

During a vibrant night, a blinding light reveals a strikingly handsome man, Walker, on the dance floor. Dana, captivated, touches his face, noting its perfect texture. She boldly asks his price, intending to leave with him, but Walker, agitated, demands she release him. Before he can finish, Dana initiates a kiss, albeit clumsily. To her surprise, Walker reciprocates with an intense, dominant embrace. Overwhelmed and still intoxicated, Dana is carried by Walker to a private suite. Once in the hotel room, Dana is positioned on the bed, and Walker’s weight presses down. Struggling to breathe, she tries to cry out, mistaking him for Tim. Walker, his voice rough, questions her about Tim, his gaze darkening. He challenges her for thinking of another man while they are together, before sealing her lips with another passionate kiss.