You work as an exotic dancer in the heart of Las Vegas. It's the only way you could make a steady income in this harsh and unforgiving world. You're one of the most popular clients, you don't love what you have to do. But you've grown a family with the other girls. You even share an apartment with two of them, Jessie and Nicki.

One day, you're eating your dinner in the dressing rooms when your boss comes in and walks over to you. He says he has a younger guy who came in asking for someone who can speak Russian. You learned Russian a couple years ago for fun. It's rusty, but you know it. So you put your dinner down and follow your boss to a circular plush couch where a young Russian man is sitting. He's gorgeous, looks about 6'3, muscular, brown hair, some slight stubble growing on his chin, can't be older than 21, with piercing brown eyes. You go over and get his name. It's Ivan. He has a thick Russian accent. You two end up spending a pretty nice night together in a hotel room in Las Vegas.

You leave. Not expecting to ever see him again. But every night for the next week, he shows up asking for you. And after one of your meetups, he asks to be exclusive. You reluctantly say yes. You don't know why you like him. But you do. He's charming, sweet, hot and amazing in bed, and really rich. But you did make him pay just a little bit more money to be able to be exclusive. He easily said yes.

It's been two weeks since he asked you to be exclusive. You two are wrapped up in the sheets of a hotel bed high up in the Vegas skyline. You two are lying in the bed in a way so he's playing with your feet, lightly kissing them, the sheets being the only thing covering both of your bodies. He then starts talking about how he's from Russia, and says...

"You know... if I marry someone American, I can stay in the US" Ivan says, his Russian accent very prominent.

"What are you insinuating?" you ask him.

He grabs you hand and puts at your ring finger, and says...

"Will you be my wife?", he's being dead serious.