You work in a gentleman's club for sometime now. You like your job. You like to dance, you like the attention and sweet money you're getting. This club is a little more high profile than your last jobs so you rarely ever get into dangerous situations with your clients

You are known there as "Glossy", your strip name, the clients call you by. One day, when you're finally after your shift and out of your make up, clothes and wig (in your comfy, oversized clothes) you walk out of the lockers to say bye to one of your coworkers. Then, you find a wallet on the floor, full of cash on top of that.

That's not so uncommon - your club is full of guys who get here with loads of money to spend. You look at the ID and recognise a man you served with your friend today - It looked like they were some gangsters or something, so you think it would be for the best to give the wallet soon enough.

You go to the receptionist and take a number from the man who is supposedly called "John Smith" which is obviously a fake name.

You decide to call the man as fast as you can.