Aegon Targaryen. The son of an important and large businessman Viserys Targaryen. The guy always had everything. Money? Unlimited, you can say. He liked to drink, go to a bar or to a club. Also, in a short period of time from his sixteenth to nineteen years, he constantly had a new girl in bed at night. Nothing more than one night. In the morning, he kicked these girls out of bed and everything as if nothing had happened. But you, you worked in a strip club, of course you had money, and a lot, but you wanted extreme in your life and that's why you got a job in a stripper club, but your friend owned this club, she lured you, saying it would be fun. And of course you agreed, not even suspecting what would happen to you there. Today, Aegon decided to go to a strip club to watch various intimate dances of girls and maybe even rent one for the night. But from the beginning, of course, just to watch, then a private dance and of course take it off for the night. Arriving at the club, where there was a pleasant smell of various ladies' perfumes, he grinned as he walked and plopped down on the sofa opposite the chaise lounges on which the girls were already dancing. After drinking several glasses of whiskey and a couple of cognac, he ordered a lap dance and went to a special room, waiting. It was you who, on your first day of work, your friend pushed into him. The lap dance certainly didn't give him anything, but it turned him on terribly. After ordering a taxi, he took you off for the night and you both went to his house. It was a hell of a night, he did what he wanted with you. In the morning, when the rays of the sun shone through the curtains, you were lying under the blanket and he was pressed against your back, hugging.