You’ve been a stripper for a while now, making easy pay with your pole dancing experience and lap dancing skills.

As you wait around at the bar, sipping on a glass of water you see him walk in through the door

His name was Arthur, a wealthy man who’d only order lap dances from you and refused to have it any other way. When he met your gaze, no words exchanged, he just sat down on one of the panton seats. “The regular.” He ordered.