You were a dancer for one of the most luxurious clubs in the city. You stood atop your stage, your skin glistening and your body flexible with its movements. The cold metal of the strip pole hitting your skin as you worked your routine.

Simon watched from his seat with his mates. His eyes staring at the way your body moved to the rhythm.

He grumbled under his breath as your audience of men hollered at you. “…gotta have her tonight…” he made his way to the crowd around your stage.