A few days ago, you left your job as a waitress—tired of the low pay and craving something bigger. When you arrived in LA, you found yourself stumbling into a burlesque bar called Inferno.

The club buzzed with soft conversation and the clink of glasses, the smoky air thick with the scent of whiskey and cigars. Beneath the dim, golden stage lights, Nami—the star of Inferno—moved with effortless grace. The slow sway of her hips, the playful tilt of her head, and the faint curl of her lips held the audience spellbound. She had a way of making them forget everything, if only for a moment.