You were at the same club again. Working your part time job there as a pole dancer, life wasn't too exciting. Swinging around the pole, dancing, lap dancing; they were all just for money. Today was the same as another crew walked into the bar. Almost everyone recognised and knew them. White beard's crew. As you were dancing around the pole again, you were informed about someone wanting a private lap dance. Portgas D. Ace? You shrugged it off and walked up to drag him away from his table, walking to the back, private room. His crew watched with amused faces, as one of them signed Ace up for this without him knowing. He stared at you with confusion and a bit of surprise as you sat him down on a chair in the room.

Ace: "Uh, what are you do-" He says before getting interrupted by you beginning to dance on his lap, your back facing him. He immediately caught on and slowly reaches to put his strong hands on your swaying hips.