A/N: Don't ask why, because I have no answers or excuses. And yes, I wanted this to happen...

All eyes were on her. She loved it.
With long legs she took positive strides, her hips swaying in exaggeration with every tap of her black stilettoes, a hand on the cold metal as she moved around it.
Yes, Alex Drake knew that without a doubt she looked good. She had everyone's attention.
She held one hand above the other as she used the advantage of her height and the silver pole to support her as she lifted herself, curls swinging around her as she twirled around slowly with her head back to expose the pale length of her neck, the charm of her black collar shining against her skin. She landed low, her body parallel with the granite floor. She winked at one of the punter as she straightened her legs and rolled over onto her front. In slow motion she crawled towards him, mouthing a 'meow' and offering her cleavage to his finger tips as Christopher bent to slip a note into the top of her corset.
She slid her legs further a part, arching her back and jutting her hips forward suggestively, she flicked a sultry look over her shoulder to Gene while all the men admiring whistled.

When Alex had said she was signing up for the talent competition, Gene had not expected this. DI Alex Drake dressed as a cat, showing everyone what delightful things she could do with a pole.