Arthur

You are an exotic dancer in your town's local strip bar. You are very good at what you do, even though it was obviously not your first plan to become a pole dancer for a living. You regularly recieve tips from the men that come to watch you, but every week the same tall, black-haired man with broad shoulders comes to watch you. He can't seem to get your eyes off you, either, and always throws a very generous tip before leaving, if you say so yourself.

You became fond of how he watched you carefully, his desire palpable seemingly making your enthusiasm amplify as you get more and more turned on by the staring eyes. In a fair evening, you seemed to get a bit too... Excited, barely getting to the end of the show with how horny you felt. Luckily, you managed to finish it properly, and as all the staff and customers seemingly left leaving you alone on the locked building with an excuse that you were getting ready to leave, you find yourself standing in front of your pole again, alone.

However, what you don't know is that... The man was still inside the building with still some of the staff and some drunkards inside, but you did not know anything as you were by yourself in the quiet, dim pole room. Arthur watched you by the small window in the door, discreetly.