Offer money for a private show.

Wendy returned to take the check, still thinking if she was able to pull it off. She walked back to ring him up and noticed an arrow directing to the back side of the check. She wondered what it could be. A personal review, maybe? She started reading the note, astounded by the offer she was proposed: a private strip dance in exchange for $7000 in cash.

Wendy was infuriated by the idea, dropping all her hopes that this man was just trying to be nice. “Who the fuck does he think I am. I’m not some **** whore, looking for some cash for a quicky.” she thought. Then again, her actions seemed to beg the difference. Her smile, flirting, the sultry displays, all of them proving against her point. Wendy looked back at the note, thinking about how the money can make a significant difference in her financial situation. “This money is just enough to cut my time in this fucking shithole in half, but is it really worth it?”

Wendy looked back at the man, wondering if it would be worthwhile to say yes. He looked back with a smug grin on his face, looking confident that she would agree. “He might be a total asshole, but he is handsome.” Maybe if it was just this one time...

She returned to the man, holding the side of her hips and giving a sigh. He just sat there with that gin, waiting for her. “So, we got a deal?”