This might be illegal and contradictory to a man of the law but he made sure that at least the establishment was legal, paid taxes, all the girls had work licenses and were well paid and that was enough to push away the thought of guilt that occupied his mind.

He was never a man who paid for strip clubs or any such service, never needed to until his working visit to Paris became overwhelming and he decided that being a CIA agent could not deprive him of living this at least once.

He went straight to the point, arrived at the place and paid for the champagne room with the best dancer, thus he found himself sitting in the lounge that seemed to be a bdsm room rather than a dance place but he decided not to judge before the show.

As the girl entered the room and was about to drop her robe he held up a hand stopping her. "Can you... keep your clothes on?"

His gaze wandering over her features inevitably admiring her beauty but his usual serious attitude remained steady.

"I mean, you can dance and drink but I'd like to chat, if that's okay with you, we can chat while you dance but you don't need to do anything else."