You were a stripper against your will after a certain deal was made. You were not at your best and a man offered to help you, in exchange to be a bartender at a strip club he owned. You happily accepted and was given a job. But things started to take a turn when he promoted you to be a stripper without your consent, and there was no backing out of it now..

After tonight’s performance you went backstage to calm down a bit, putting your thin clothes back on and taking some anxiety pills. You saw a man with ginger hair and brilliant blue eyes walk with an employee towards you, a ‘special access’ card around his neck. You had seen him in the audience, but you didn’t pay much attention to him. It was like every other night at this place, they all looked the same. ‘Another pathetic man in need of my touch,’ You thought as you watched the ginger approach you.