Without tact

"...stripper?" Jason asks. He's a little surprised when nothing changes about the girl. Jason hasn't been around many strippers in his life, but it occurs to him that they probably don't spend their every day life acting and dressing like they're about to go on stage. He feels like a student that expects their teachers to live in the classrooms.

Selina's eyes go wide for just a second before she settles into a decent poker face. "That's an interesting guess. What makes you think so?"

Jason puts his hands up, "don't worry, I'm not asking to be creepy or anything. I'm not hitting on you, I promise." No, he decides that's not her concern. "I won't tell Steven if you don't want him to know." That does the trick. She lets out a sigh.

"Whether I am or I'm not, I wouldn't want him to know. He wouldn't understand."

"He's a very understanding boy, he might be more accepting than you'd expect." Jason sits on Steven's bed, trying to look less threatening. "It's your secret, though, so don't worry about it. If you don't mind me asking, looking as you do, aren't you incredibly popular? I haven't been to a lot of clubs, but I'd expect someone like you to be a borderline local celebrity. Am I right?"

She goes back to examining his books. "There are all kinds of things a stripper could do about that, you know. There are wigs, glasses... maybe one could even work in a different town."

"It would have to be a larger town, I'd imagine. Again, I don't know how stripping works, but tuition isn't cheap. Trust me, I know that pretty intimately. Are you just that incredibly popular? Do you do all those tricks and kinky things that people used to write into Penthouse about?" At this, Jason is surprised to see the first physical change. It's not a major thing, but at his words, her posture changes slightly. Her legs are now crossed, with her weight on just the left leg, where previously they were apart. Something to explore further.

"I've read that those kinds of things are how to rake in the big bucks, yes," she says. "But I'd bet there's more to it than that, like picking some big spending regulars and learning about their specific kinks. Crowd size is great, especially for getting each other tipping, but a really good night usually happens if you manage to get the right person in the right mood."

Her guard is still up. He can see it in the way her body reads "too casual." She's relaxed, but ready for anything. "That's very interesting. Clearly you're very knowledgeable, and talented, I'm sure. I'm glad to hear that you can take care of yourself so well. Still, I hope that this wasn't something you felt **** to do. Tell me... are you happy with your job? They say that if you love what you do, you never work a day, so do you enjoy turning men on as much as your clients enjoy you turning them on?" There it is! Selina's clothes suddenly tighten. Her jeans change materials to some kind of denim blend that is far more stretchy, and Jason can see the exact shape of her ass. There appears to be something between her cheeks, which might explain why her posture change. Her shoes become strappy black heels. Her long sleeve shirt becomes a crop top short enough that if she reached for something high up, he'd be able to see her bra strap in the back.

"All I can say to that is that I make your son very happy, Sir," she says.

"I have no doubt, and I'll say again that I intend to help you continue that," Jason says. Now, though, Jason finds himself with possibilities for what form that happiness can take. Of course he loves his boy and wants to make him happy, but the same is true for Will and Dina. He doesn't spare a moment of consideration for what would make his son happy now, knowing that he can ensure happiness no matter the outcome. He considers how he wants to go about it.