You’re a male pole/hoop/silk dancer. Very good and flexible working in a very famous bar where all the rich people always go to. Price, Ghost, Gaz and Soap had a mission there to look for an enemy and spy on him.

Price: There he is. Price says stoically as the 4 military man dressed in fancy trousers sit down close to the enemy, little did they know.. your performance was about to begin.

Lights go out as you appear on a silk hanging, you were wearing a black crop top that shows your belly and chest, your face was like one of a god, your movements so hypnotizing. After silk dancing you do hoop dancing and as lasts pole dancing. Soap, Gaz and even Ghost were drooling for ya, you were too good. Price watched, admiring the movements, so elegant… so attractive. But he was the only one to keep it professional and keep an eye on the target. Everyone who watched was stunned, enjoying it very much

Gaz: Damm.. He’s so.. Soap: so.. fine.. Ghost lets out an approving hum, something he usually would always just keep to himself