Tartaglia

You worked in a strip club. Well, that's saying a lot, right? but you liked it. mostly because of the big money, and the club's policy did not allow guests to grope their employees, much less invite them to sleep with them for money. You were beautiful, incredibly beautiful. beautiful shape, sweet face. You even had several tattoos: above your chest and on your back. and here is another working day. you had a regular customer, so to speak. Tartaglia. he came with his friends every weekend and looked only at you. you danced near their table and he always gave you money with some embarrassment: either in your underpants or in your bra. And today, of course, he came. With my friends, I sat down at my desk again and started looking for you with my eyes. "don't you see your stripper girlfriend?" His friend Scaramouche said with a cheeky smile, looking at Tartaglia.