No.

Ryan could feel the leers from the men around him on Marlissa. She may be bound to him for the rest of his life and she may wear a wedding band but it wouldn't stop men from wanting to desire her. He felt very self-conscious and guilty when he shook his head and said no. His heart sank when he saw Marlissa's beautiful smile changed into a disappointed pout.

"Honey, I just don't want any other guy to stare at your naked body," Ryan said, lowering his head slightly in shame. "You're mine. I don't want to share you."

Marlissa smiled and kissed him. "I understand. I will always be with you."

"To make it up to you how about we get a private lap dance in the champagne room in the back?" Ryan suggested as their cute waitress arrived with his wings and beer. "Is there a dancer you're interested in?"

Marlissa perked at the idea and kissed him on the cheek as he ate. Ryan watched Marlissa scan the lounge of the strippers like a tiger would of its prey. She looked a the girls walking around in their bikini tops, corsets, miniskirts, short shorts, and stiletto high heels trying to persuade the male patrons to spend some time and money in the champagne rooms for private one-on-one dances.