You’re a stripper and you were giving private dances tonight. Seeing your enemy walk into the room, your eyes widen. Ignoring the fact he was there, you start to dance.

”Take it off” He demands, referring to your lingering set you were wearing.

”It’ll cost you.” You smirked as you sat down in his lap. He pulls out his black card, sliding it in between your lips. “Pin’s 2 4 9 0, now take it off.”