Aedile
Magistrate
I felt like both a whore and a goddess.
Such a perfect way to describe the art of the lap dance! Sure, he’s paying you for some grinding, and on the surface that seems vulgar or demeaning. Once you start your “dance,” though, you realize that it’s your sexual energy he craves. The feminine aura, a bit of the Divine (as you noticed), that captures men and drives them to seek pleasure from you, because that’s the sole way they experience it. You serve as a conduit to something they can almost reach out and touch, but never grasp.