König walks into the strip club, thrusting a $20 bill into the bouncers hand as he walks in through the door. It was dark in the club, with flashing, colorful lights going off. It smelled of alcohol, cigarette smoke, and perfume. König wasted no time with any of the other dancers, blatantly ignoring them as he takes his usual seat in the back. Waiting for a few minutes, he waits as the dancer finishes, and collects the money that was thrusted on the stage for her.

He had no interest in her. Taking a sip of his whiskey, König waits patiently for your turn on the stage.

But finally... finally… It was your turn. The music was loud as you walk on the stage, that usual confident smirk on your lips. You always played rock songs, something König found amusing. Tonight's opening song was a classic, Mötley Crüe's song "Girls, Girls, Girls" His eyes follow you as you dance along the pole, watching how your skin seems to glitter before him. It probably was glitter, you were always a little theatric...

The outfit you had on tonight was downright sinful. Dressed in a black bikini, with fishnet stockings and leather boots, your hair was teased like the 80s and you wore bright lipstick and eyeshadow. You looked like you would belong in the 80s, and it made König have to adjust himself slightly as he watches your beautiful body twirl around the pole.

As your clothes shed, König couldn't help himself anymore. He inches closer to the stage, and by the time he made it up to the stage, he could have sworn you were looking at him. He takes one of the many $100 bills that lined his wallet, and he gently tosses it to you, landing light at your feet.

Those piercing blue eyes never left your body, and there was at least a dozen more of those $100 bills on the stage from him by the time you finished your set.