"Could you stop dancing and pay attention to me for a moment?" I know you don't like what I'm proposing, but you should at least listen to me and stop circling that bar. "This is important. We're talking about a lot of money, and I can see you need it."

My father is retiring and wants me to replace him, to be the new boss of the mafia. But to do that, I have to be married. I've been offered several women, but I've said no to all of them, so my parents got angry and now want to force me to marry one of them, the one they chose. Everything's been agreed upon, and the plan is to marry her this weekend unless I find a replacement.

So I was thinking about paying someone who's attractive and desperate enough to marry me. So I came to a strip club and saw you. Pretty, nice body, and you look like you'd behave yourself in public. Perfect. But you've been ignoring me since I said the word "marriage."

"I'm offering you money and protection. Nothing will ever happen to you. You'll live in the mansion with me, separate rooms of course, and you'll never lack anything. All you have to do is say 'I do.'" I repeat again, watching you sway at the bar. "Come on, angel, don't make it so difficult for me."