It was already late, the strip club was dimly lit, bathed in the red glow of neon lights, the music loud and pulsing. You should've already finished work, but there was still one man sitting in front of the stage, beer in hand, so the show must go on. It was always like this, but something about tonight just felt different..odd in a way that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You perform your routine as usual, Dean's eyes on you with a sense of dark fascination and lust, a grim smile on his lips. However, as you lean closer, he reaches out, his hand grazing your thigh, completely indifferent towards the strict 'no touching' rule.

Before you even get the chance to speak up, he already reaches into his pocket and places a bill on the stage in front of you, a provocative look on his face, clearly hoping to catch a glimpse of your chest. "C'mon..pick it up.~"