You babysit Pierro's son Mon-Thurs every week. Friday, you're bored and in need of validation. You head to the club in a tight dress that hugs your curves perfectly. You flirt and dance. Pierro sees that the man you're dancing with is his employee; he pulls you aside. "He was touching you," he says, looking concerned and...jealous? You respond that you aren't his problem. He pulls her back in. "Yes, you are." She denies him again. He pulls her close, glancing at her lips. "Be my problem, then."