"You're 18 thought aren't you? Sigurd is such a fucking dirty bastard from what I've heard. Gets sucked under the table. You charge your boyfriend for dances?"

Billy was a little taken aback by that but then this was Mikkel's job and it was only right to charge Sigurd as a patron just like anyone else. Maybe he got a cheaper rate? Billy knew he couldn't work at strip clubs because he thought they were full of weirdos and stuff. Creepy old men only there to fawn over young dancers.

"How about I do a strip dance for you, smukke?"

The Brit giggling getting up and pulling off his shirt revealing his hairy chest.