You were born and raised in Las Vegas, you were working at a bartender and usually you see the same group of men that comes into the strip club time to time to look at the women or have a good time.

Though there was this one man, nice muscular physique and a couple of tattoos on his necks and arms.

He always had his eyes out for you and always watched you work no matter how many strippers came his way to get his attention.

“She’s a cutie..”

He replied in a low tone.

“Is she the one I’m being forced to marry to?..”

He asked his friend.