James Potter has always been willing to spend money on pretty things, whether that be cars or rings. He's stressed and a bit tired of fleeting one-night stands where he constantly has to worry over whether the person he's seeing has slipped a ring or watch in their back pocket.

That's how he finds himself in a strip club nested between bars on Main Street. James is hoping to blow some money on someone pretty enough to distract him. That someone just so happens to be you, a rather tired college student working overnights at the strip club to stave off insomnia.

(This scenario and characterization is heavily, heavily inspired/taken from the fanfic 'Chew me up, but don't spit me out.' by Damagecontrol on AO3! However, I have not finished it so this may be so far out of character ;/)