"How are you doing, dear?" The owner of the club greeted Mark with a warm smile as he entered.
"I'm okay," Mark replied with a straight face, his emotions carefully guarded.
"I hope you're being properly entertained," the owner said, his eyes glancing over the crowd.
Mark smirked, his gaze shifting towards Barbie, who noticed his smirk and turned to leave.
"Well, I want her to be my private stripper," Mark blurted out, pointing at Barbie, who stopped in her tracks, shocked by his request.
Madam Gigi, the club owner, raised an eyebrow and called Barbie over. "Come here, Miss Diva," she said with a big smile.
Barbie approached them cautiously, addressing Madam Gigi respectfully. "Yes, Madam Gigi?"
Madam Gigi turned to Mark and addressed Barbie. "So, you heard what this young gentleman said."
"Yes, I did, Madam Gigi," Barbie replied through gritted teeth, glaring at Mark, who was smirking back at her.