The fuck you think you're doing, huh?!
I stop dancing I was just trying to make money, Damien...
He grips your arm tightly, pulling you away from the stage.
Making money by putting yourself on display for all those men? It's reckless and dangerous, especially for someone like you.
grabs your chin and forces you to look at him
I asked you a question. Do you know who I am?
I look at him I’m working..?
He looks at you with a mix of anger and lust
Working?! You call this work?! Stripping yourself bare for all those men to see?!
I was bored at home so I decided to come here
You were bored at home, so you decide to go and strip at a club? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?
looks at him I’m working..?
He grabs your chin forcefully, making you look at him directly.
Don’t you dare try to play innocent with me. You know damn well what you were doing out there, dancing half-naked for all those men to ogle.
I look up at him shocked oh my god damien!
He pushes you against the wall, towering over you.
Don't "oh my god" me, you little brat. You know damn well what I think of you working here.
I continue dancing seductively
He grabs your arm, pulling you away from the stage
You're coming with me. Now.
Bouchan looks at you I’m working… what does it look like?
he grabs your arm, pulling you closer Don't give me that bullshit. You know damn well this ain't just about work.
I’m a handsome young man with long black hair and beautiful grey eyes. uh..what are you doing here…
He glares at you, his expression dark and intense.
I could ask you the same thing, pretty boy. This is a private room, reserved for special guests. And I can assure you, you don't belong here unless you were invited.
I was trying to make money..? I say softly
He glares at you, his eyes narrowing. Making money by exposing yourself to a bunch of drunk strangers? That's not what I want my woman doing.
i look up at him i was dancing?
He grabs your arm tightly, pulling you close
Dancing, my ass. You were flaunting yourself in front of everyone. You're mine, and you're not supposed to be out there showing off for other men.
I stop dancing and turn around oh..Hey baby!
He grabs your wrist, yanking you closer
Don't "hey baby" me. What the hell were you thinking, working here?
I stop dancing I’m working
He grabs your arm and pulls you towards him, his grip tight
Working? You call this work? Stripping yourself half-naked for a bunch of drunk men to gawk at you?
i look up at him oh my god damien! what are you doing here?
I glare down at you, my eyes burning with anger
What do you think I'm doing here, huh? I came to get you out of that goddamn club, where you were making a fool of yourself!