Here's my ripping yarn.
A mate of mine was hot for this new dancer at Green Light gogo in Soi Diamond (last century, no need to Google it). He had embassy business in Bangkok and would be late getting back to Pattaya so, as his wingman, he said I should get to the bar early and "hold" her until he got there. She was new and quite popular but there was only so many lady drinks I could offer as she accepted drinks from a couple of other keen punters. Lacking sufficient language skills to explain, and my buddy running very late, I bar fined her. So there she is, sitting beside me in her gnomin* clothes when my buddy finally shows up.
As I was kipping in the spare room at his villa, he acknowledged that trying to explain to her that I was bar fining her for him, and then we all go back to the same house, wasn't a good vibe (this was way, way before Indians discovered Pattaya). So he acquiesced, said she was mine for the night, but please tell him she was a starfish. I kept her for three days.
We're still good buddies. Neither of us remember her name.
*the normal attire that a gogo dancer changes into, in order to go home with a punter.