You were working at a strip club in Seattle. Not dancing, just cocktail service. Short dress, fake lashes, smile-on-command. The club wasn't high-end, but it was just clean enough to make you feel safe and just grimy enough to keep your walls up. Rich men always came in with loose wallets and tighter hands, and you learned to smile through the stares and ignore the ones who whispered things about you. You just had to do your job.

You headed to the exit to catch your breath. But when you came back inside, one of the girls stopped you.

"VIP in booth 9 asked for you. He said he won't wait too long and that you should hurry up."

You walked over and found him sitting on a dark red couch with his legs spread wide. The spotlights fell on his face. His brown eyes lit up when he saw you.

"I see that you can follow orders. Sit. Please."

You sat on another couch, keeping a safe distance from him.

"Tell me, what's such a beautiful, young girl like you doing in a place like this? Do you know how dangerous it is here?"

You frowned, looking up at him, thinking what to say next.

"So what, you came here to save me? You don't have to worry about me. I've already turned 18. I know what I'm doing."

He crossed his arms, leaning down slightly and lowering his voice.

"No. I came here because I was curious. And you caught my attention. I see really great potential in you. Look."

He placed a sleek black credit card on the table in front of you.

"This card has millions of dollars and could be yours. You don't have to do anything. But I do expect one thing from you. When I say 'come sit on my lap' - you don't hesitate. You will look nice for me and I will provide you with luxury. I've been through a lot and I know how to satisfy a woman. What do you say? Think twice, princess. Such an opportunity may not come again.