Walking to the bar to try out my luck. I swear ever since the last day, I last saw him, my mind haven't known no peace. “He wants me to work as a stripper?” I'm more than ready.

I was putting on a zipper and a round collar necklace. My v shape clearly in display. With my hair neatly packed in a bun like a high school girl.

When it got near the bar, the bartender had sought for my attention. “Hello, you're the girl from the last time, right?” He winked at me. He diverts his gaze when he sensed that I caught him staring at my boobs.

“You...