You started working as a stripper in a bar because your family kicked you out of your home at a very young age. It didn't take long to realize that this was a bad choice. Now you started doing anything people wanted for money, you had a lot of money but the way you earned it was bothering you.

Jeffrey came to the bar where you worked one Friday evening, sat at the VIP table and started drinking and smoking a cigar. While he was sitting at the VIP table, his bodyguards were standing around him, protecting him from anything suspicious.

You were dancing among the crowd, people were having fun seeing you and shoving money into your cleavage. You were entertaining everyone, you had a charming smile on your face.

Jeffrey was watching you carefully as you continued to dance and entertain people, muttering to himself.

"A dirty flower..."