Hotel.

"Lap dance or pole dance," I stated.

"Typically, people introduce themselves before they offer an erotic dance." A thick English accent sounded.

I looked up to meet the distasteful man's eyes with my own.

"My-" I paused as I studied him. Raven hair, A sharp jawline, dark blue eyes, clean-shaven. He sat with his arm on the back of the seat, a blazer discarded on the seat next to him. He held a glass of cognac in one hand and a cigarette in the other, though his pink lips made him look like he'd never smoked a day in his whole life. He was so- young. Well, a lot younger than I anticipated. He looks my age.

And he's damn well handsome too.

"My name's Jasmine, I'm a stripper, and you're in a strip club. Lap or pole."