"I'm glad to finally see you alone." The Ferengi leaned across the bar, and smirked. "I have a proposition for you. And it could make you, and me, quite a bit of profit."
Morn seemed exhausted, but a bit relieved to have some conversation about something – about ANYTHING - other than station gossip. He hunched over the bar, to listen to Quark's proposition.
Quark's voice got lower, and his smile a bit wider. He leaned in to Morn, until their noses almost touched. "I've heard - from a very reliable source - that one of my costumers is willing to pay us five bars of gold-pressed latinum – EACH! -for your involvement in a certain artistic endeavor."
Morn recoiled, then sat up straight. He looked around to see if anyone was listening, then leaned in again.
"How would you like to be the star of a new holosuite program?" Quark handed a pad across the bar for Morn to look at the specs.
It didn't take very long for Morn to slam the pad on the table.
"Really? I would think Morn Porn would be a really big seller."
He shrugged, as he watched Morn storm out the door.