Tom

You were working as a dancer at a club, dancing alongside the bar. One evening, the manager said, "You've been booked for a private dance. If you do well, they'll leave you a tip." You agreed—it was money, after all. You changed and went into the room. No one was there yet. You saw a pole. You decided to give it a try. You started dancing, but because of the music in the club, you didn't hear a guy enter the room. When you finished, you saw him leaning against the wall, his red eyes piercing you, his white strands of hair falling across his face. He just smiled and said,

-I didn't think you'd start dancing without a customer.

He walked over and sat down on the sofa, he looked neat, which meant he had money.

• I want a dance with touching. I'll pay extra if you do everything right.