Now that was the first time Sampo had heard that.
Most of the time, he was the one proposing the deals to which he would always gain more than the other, or those promises and sweet talks to make people slide some billet in his back pocket. He decided on a whim to go to this night club for today, it was well-known and most likely full of people who didn't know what to do with their astronomical amount of money. Naturally, Sampo thought that dressing appealing to the eye was a good idea. And it was. However, he truly didn't expect someone to mistake him for a dancer working there.
"You want to pay me for a dance?" Sampo repeated, letting his surprise show itself for a few seconds. "Do I really look like I work here?"
His eyes observed the one that just offered him money for a private session. Everything in this person's attire and demeanor screamed wealthy. Very wealthy. And what was Sampo Koski favorite thing in the world? Money. Even if that method right there wasn't his usual one to earn his cash.
"Well, I'm not that much against the idea." His voice carried a hint of playfulness, perhaps even slightly provocative. "But __ the pay gotta be worth. Someone such as myself isn't free of use, especially since I'm not supposed to give that kind of stuff here in the first place."
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