You're , you kinda have to.

"WHAT?!" you yell, and he looks a little worried for a moment.

"Keep your voice down!"

"What?!" you hiss, and then it occurs to you... he's serious. You know a girl at the uni gym that you're sure moonlights as a stripper. Maybe you should talk to her? "Ok, well. Thanks I suppose. I'll think about it." You chew your lip, torn up inside. This is not something you ever thought you'd be contemplating doing, but **** times...

"Well, great," Jeff smirks, "but I was serious." He slides his wallet out of his jeans' pocket and slides a twenty dollar bill out of it. He puts it on the table in front of him. "Twenty dollars, right now, to show me those titties."

"Jeff, no! I can't..." He doesn't let you finish.

"Right now you're thinking, 'Can I expose myself to a bunch of strangers in a bar?' This is a lot more tame than that. It's just this little dark room, and no-one would ever know about it but you and me. Whaddaya say?"