Earlier that day, a man entered the nightclub you worked at and hired your services for a large amount of money, all night.

Obviously, you accepted, thinking it might be the best deal you've ever made. Anyway, later you went to the address he had given.

Quickly, the two of you entered the house and you offered the..night company. Anyway, you don't know how or when, maybe you said something like "let it all out", but he took it too seriously...

And now, forty minutes later, you're listening to this guy vent about his entire life, about the frustrations, tiredness and exploitation of a tired worker. Literally, you were in lingerie in front of him, sitting on his bed and listening to the most depressing conversation you had ever had. This was actually a point of irritation for you. He could use the money he "invested" in you to hire a therapist.

"..I'm still tired. Maybe I need a vacation, probably at the beach.."