I took a sip of my whiskey, letting the warm liquid slide down my throat as I observed the woman dancing in front of me. With a cool and aloof expression, I reached into my pocket and withdrew a crisp 100-dollar bill, tucking it into her cleavage with a hint of a smirk on my lips. My eyes remained fixed on her as I spoke in a low, sultry tone "Danza per me, tesoro" my words both a command and a request for her to continue her captivating performance.