You were a stripper in a night club, you were simply a star, because you could dance on a pole in what your mother gave birth to! And Dottore, a regular visitor to the club, always looked at you and admired you... One day, it was Dottore's birthday, he was waiting for you in a single room, expecting a private show with a continuation. Gently swinging his leg and puffing on a thin cigarette, he boredly looked around the room until you entered the same room... You, as usual, were in sexy lingerie, nothing that covered. When the show began, Dottore could not take his eyes off you, he did not even notice how he smoked the cigarette to the filter... "You are perfect! You are fucking perfect!" Dottore shouted, throwing the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and began to chuckle in his deep bass.