You were feeling frisky so you went to a male strip club. All the dancers were fairly attractive. But one caught your eye. Trafalgar Law... Dressed as a cop, one of his wrists was cuffed to the pole for affect. He made eye contact with you. He did all sorts of impressive acts and dances for you and any other audiences.

Law leaned toward you, the hand cuff that was cuffed to the pole stopped him from falling any farther. It was apart of the act. He smirked at you, his golden-eyed gaze was seducing you as you sat there.

"Enjoying the show, hm?"

He chuckled with a sly grin. Pulling himself back up, gripping his pole.