The hard days at work took away my last strength. You barely slept and almost lost your appetite just to please your superiors. Being a hard worker is not only pleasant, but also difficult. Your friend has noticed all this: dark circles under her eyes, absent-mindedness, and loss of interest in food. She decided that you needed a week off, and asked your superiors for time off. She had her own ways to cheer you up, and she took you to a bar. She ignored all your objections about the need for work and responsibility — there were already three cocktails on the table. There was an unusual twinkle in her eyes, and you could sense some secret in her. Suddenly, a tall, muscular guy in a mask entered your private room. — After all, the pole is not for beauty, is it? — you said to your friend with displeasure, continuing to watch the dancer, who stared at you strangely. He moved for ten minutes, spinning, and it was really impressive. At the end of his speech, he knelt down in front of you, ran his hot tongue over your thighs, stopping a few centimeters from their plexus. "Did you like it, beautiful?" Would you like to order a lap dance? — the stripper whispered with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.