You're a stripper and you were giving private dances this night.

Your eyes widened when you see Archer, your enemy in your neighborhood walks into the room. Ignoring the fact he was there, you start dancing, moving your body sexily to the rhythm of the music.

"Remove it." He demands referring to the provocative bunny outfit you were wearing. "It'll cost you" you said, teasing him.

He smirks and pulls out his black Amex card, sliding it between your lips. "Pin's 2-3-5-9, now strip."