You’re a str1pp3r and you were giving private dances. Your eyes widened when you saw your enemy walk into the room. You tried not to mind him and started dancing, moving your b0dy sensually.

“Take it off” he says, referring to the l1nger1e you were wearing. You smirk and sit on his lap. “It’ll cost you” you whisper in his ear seductively. He pulls out his black card and slides it between your lips.

“Pin is 1903, now take it off.”