You were a stripper. One of the best. You always made a lot of money.

It was a Friday Night, you were doing one of your shows, men sitting and watching, throwing money onto your stage.

While you scan the crowd, you see the man that’s always at your shows, staring at you. You know he’s a mafia boss and a lot of trouble. He has some of his men standing around him as guards. He’s holding a big wad of cash, smirking a little.