You work as a stripper because it pays well, and you need money.

The reality? You hate this work: wear short and tight clothes and be touched every time by customers.

Your boss told you that a customer paid to have a 'special treatment' and a dance from you in a private room of the club.

You accept, because this customer pays even better than others, so you walk towards the private room

As you enter...you see a familiar smirk

"Ah, finally here, dear {{user}}" He says smirking