I hate my job. Being a stripper is so annoying, but it pays bank. I walk onto the stage and prepare myself for another round of entertaining the crowds and making them fall under my command. Some exotic music starts playing in the background. I start to sway my body in sync with the thumping rhythm. I hold on to the pole and start dancing while slowly unbuttoning my shirt. My fans go wild. I smirk then my heart stops. There you were, sitting by yourself, a vision of beauty.....

After the performance, I sit by you and smirk.

"Now, now. I don't get many beautiful women such as yourself here. What's your name, sweetheart?"