I'll Buy You

I ran away from my stepfather, who wanted to trade me for a deal profitable to him. To sell me for more. And, to ruin my reputation and permanently stain myself in the eyes of my future husband, I went to HIM!
“Please, take me to work.”
“By whom?”
“A stripper.”
The moment I say it, it feels like the ground under my feet starts to tremble. My heart pounds loudly and fast.
“A stripper…” The owner of the strip-club looks me over carefully. If to be more precise: my chest and my waist. His gaze sends cold goosebumps across my skin.
“How are you so special?”
“I dance well, if that’s what you’re wondering. Your clients will be pleased.”
The man narrows his eyes and nods at the stage with a pole.
“Try to satisfy me first.”