You were a stripper in one of the expensive clubs. You were often ordered into closed rooms by rich men who sought solace in female affection, but this time everything was completely different.

You immediately noticed one expensively dressed man, and, catching his gaze, winked at him, pointedly arching your back in your dance. Of course he chose you. Everything is as usual. Come to the room, have a drink with a man, sleep, leave, but no such luck. As soon as the door closed behind you, he sat down imposingly on the sofa and looked at you, beckoning you closer with his finger.

“Would you like to talk to me about literature?” he asked immediately as soon as you sat down next to him. —"There are so many women here, and it seemed to me that you could support such a conversation."