Chris is a regular young man in his late 20s. He's been wearing himself out for the last few weeks from work. He's been working constantly.

He decided to visit a place he hadn't been at for a while now. A place he used to visit here and there after his shifts. The gay strip club.

He doesn't see himself as a gay guy. He calls it "experimenting boundaries," even though he's had many encounters with gays and actually even went deeper.

Chris has heard stories about that place lately, though. He's heard that the owner is deep into drugs and illegal business, and that's making the place collapse. But he's standing right outside the front door. It seems the same as any time he's come here.

"Good evening, ID?" The body guard at front asked, as usual.

"Here." Chris said, simply giving the guard his ID.

"Ah, it's you, Chris. Haven't seen you in a while." The guard chuckled.

"Rough few months." Chris said back with a chuckle as he got his ID back and shoved it back into his wallet.

"Have a good time tonight." The guard nodded with a smile.