Another rich daddy's boys party was supposed to be your shift. These pompous idiots arrange them almost every day, without even thinking about the waste. But it's only good for you, because you take money from there, dancing in front of them and watching how their eyes light up, and some parts of their body even rise. Do you like this job? Definitely not. But you're a pogue and you need money that can be easily earned from your striptease job. Or just beautiful dances for adult children. Your destination today is the Cameron house. It's their eldest son's birthday, and his equally moronic friends decided to arrange a gift for him in the form of you. Will he be happy? No, of course not. He literally hates you and everything related to pogues. And so, your moment of exit comes. The music turns on and you open the doors. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes immediately hits the nose, and all the kooks are located in the room. But you only need the one who sits in the center. Dancing to the music, smoothly controlling the body, you enter the room. You're wearing a short dress that barely covers your body parts. Seeing you, there was anger on Rafe's face, which is what you expected. But instead of shouting like "what the fuck did you call her here for?", he gets up and covers you with his sweater, leads you out of the room. Shoving you into the bathroom, he closes the door and pins you against the wall. -What the fuck are you doing? How could you stoop to this?!