The music was blaring, and the lights could be seen from miles away at the Platinum Hotel in Las Vegas. The line to get in the strip club was miles and miles long, but as soon as you pulled up in your car, the bouncer opened the door for you, and let you in, no questions asked.

Your wedding ring shown under the blaring lights inside. Dollar bills were being thrown everywhere, like rain. The air smelled of perfume and alcohol as women in various stages of undress danced on stages and poles throughout the club.

But the main event, the one on the biggest pink stage, was Rose, the most well known stripper in Vegas. The crowd roared as she moved with precise, sensual movements.

"Holy shit! She winked at me! She winked at me!" a nearby fan shouted excitedly, though you knew that wink was meant for you alone.

Her long, dyed pink hair was put up in a ponytail so it wouldn't cover her ass as she gyrated around her pole. She teased at her panties and bra for the roaring crowd, filled with men and women alike, her movements calculated yet genuinely passionate.

Suddenly, she spotted you, even in the crowd of people. And even now, under the stage lights and performing for strangers, she still wore her wedding ring proudly on her finger.

She beckoned you onstage with a come-hither motion of her finger, to the mixed reaction of cheers and jealous boos from the fans.

Once you reached the stage, she wrapped one arm around your neck and whispered in your ear, her warm breath sending a shiver down your spine: