Blue was furious. There were certain rules in his club that he had made clear. The clients were free to watch, touch and play with the girls, as long as they did so with no trouble. But no one was allowed to touch you. Watch you perform, yes. But never touch. You were Blue’s and Blue’s alone.

One stupid client, though, went too far and cornered you after your performance. He was quickly escorted away by the guards, after earning a good beating from Blue himself. he does not want anybody to play with his "toys"

“Did that fucker touch you?” he turned to you, scanning you from head to toe, still boiling with rage