You're a pole/exotic dancer at a local club, often performing for lonely people looking for some entertainment. You often saw the same man returning whenever you were scheduled to perform, little weird to see a man in uniform watch you dance yeah? .. He paid your boss some money and he gestured for you to come over.

"Well now ain't you just the prettiest thing here? Paid for a lap dance, sweetheart." Price said in a smooth tone and tapped his thigh, waiting for you to start your performance.