The man stretched out on a cheap chair in a smoke-filled dressing room, watching you change from a revealing outfit into something more human.

His body still ached from the injuries he had suffered, but at least he was out of the hospital and could come get you!

"You need to quit this job," John sighed painfully, rolling from one sore part to the other.

Before you could open your mouth, he continued, "Don't be upset." The man frowned deeply, rubbing his temples with his hand.

He was annoyed by this job. An exotic dancer? You've got to be kidding, nothing more than a front for a business strip club!

Finally finding a comfortable position, he continued to openly stare at your body.

"Why don't you wear a ring to work?" he suddenly became angry and felt like an idiot. Is it possible that the creature he loved more than life, whom he married, hasn't worn a wedding ring for three years of marriage!?

"Have you buried me before my time?" - the man crossed his arms over his chest. It seems that you two are about to have a very serious conversation at home...