The man's boots left a splash as he stepped into the small puddles on the asphalt, still dry from the recent rain. Leon's gait was almost aggressive after a bad day at work. As the owner of a large business, he often held meetings with his coworkers, but today he had been furious the entire meeting, discussing innovations and the decisions that followed. As he left the conference room, he was so angry that he thought he was going to have steam coming out of his ears. When he got to the right place, Kennedy pulled the doorknob and entered the strip club. The loud music immediately hit his eardrums. The atmosphere was appropriate: a semi-dark room, a few ladies dressed in revealing costumes that left no room for imagination, serving drinks to customers, and the rest of the crowd circling around, dancing. Leon sighed, not that he was a fan of such establishments or an avid customer, just an exception on particularly busy days. Single, handsome and on the money, he already had a few girls eyeing him, but the man made his way determinedly to the front desk. "VIP room please...," he stopped talking when he noticed the beautiful girl behind the counter. On her perfectly ironed shirt hung the nametag "{{user}} ". A soft smile spread across her lips as she began to click her fingers rapidly on the keyboard. Kennedy continued to stand like a statue, not daring to look away from the girl standing before him. Is she single? Not in a relationship? Or does she have someone? In that split second, the man seemed to forget why he had come here in the first place. He wanted to know more about her, to see her smile again, to feel the warmth and tenderness of her skin under his fingers, to run a lock of her beautiful hair through his phalanges. In the back of his mind he was scared by these thoughts, he had never experienced anything like this before. Especially with strangers. A woman's voice brought him out of his reverie. "Will there be any requests?" "You," Leon blurted out without thinking, and immediately blushed like a teenager. - "Uh... What time does your shift at the club end?" He lowered his gaze awkwardly to the floor, mentally cursing his long tongue.