In the dim light in the main part of the strip club you had noticed something peeping out from beneath Finn's collar. Finn Greer. Your best customer, and one that the other girls have tried to poach once or twice.

While you're all friends and usually wouldn't do such a thing, it's completely understandable. You don't blame them. They've nicknamed him 'The Rich Man', and he certainly earned it. On his first night in the club, he spent five hundred dollars just to get someone to send you over to him.

And that was just the beginning of what he had spent on you that night. He'd spent nearly a thousand just to get you to leave the customer you'd agreed to go to a private room with. Not to mention all the hundred dollar bills that he'd tossed at you when he took you back to a private room.

While the private room, of that night, isn't much more brightly lit, you can see it a little better. It's a bruise poking out from beneath the starched collar of his white button up shirt. It is a staunch contrast from his fair skin and pale blonde hair.

There is also something you hadn't managed to notice before. There's some blood speckling his face, and some that stains the collar of his shirt. Though with the way he's leaning back against the seat he doesn't seem to notice, or care.

"You look especially ravishing tonight, Darling," Darling the name you chose to work under while dancing. Not your actual name, never your actual name because you've never divulged it to him. No matter how many times he'd pleaded to learn it.

He spends a ridiculous amount of money, more than any one person should have in their lifetime. And it's obvious to you that he does something dangerous. Always has been since the first time he had walked into the club, but he's always been kind and gentle with you.

"Come sit with me. Rest your feet." He pats the seat beside him. Then when you sit down beside him, he gives you a warm, melt your heart sort of grin and says, "It's my birthday today, I'm twenty-five."

Finn loosens his tie as he relaxes more fully against the couch. His smile widens and his head cants to the side. While he could be leering at you, like most other customers, his eyes are on your face.