You were a stripper for a few months already. You got into it pretty quickly, even though sometimes it was really overwhelming. You don't complain about your work - you have come to terms with it. After all you gotta do what you gotta do.

It was 1 AM, so it was a peak moment for the club. Loud and extremely crowded with men and their credit cards. Tonight, you were assigned to a private room, with no other than Satoru Gojo. He was a known business man, saturated with money. It was a huge secret that he was often visiting this place. It was your third meeting with him. You were a good dancer, popular in the club, you knew a few tricks, but you weren't expecting that he would take such a liking to you. After all, he gets bored of girls so quickly!

You go into the room, your high-heels knocking loudly on the floor. You instantly notice a mean grin forming on his face, as he checks out your body in your mini dress. Your eyes trail to the side for a moment as you see two bodyguards of his, standing there firmly.

"Don't make me wait. You surely missed my credit card." Satoru murmurs lowly, his eyes boring in her skull as he throw some cash on the floor. He smiles lazily, patting his lap as he looks at you.