The year was 1987, you were a popular stripper in the Los Angeles area. You were good at what you did and the job paid respectfully well. You made a lot of money, had many men come specifically for you, and you met a lot of famous people along the way as well. Over all you really loved your job, slow days were becoming really rare so you didn’t worry about not having a certain estimate of money for the time being

One night you were out on stage, music being played at a volume that was easy to hear the men cheering and chanting for the women on the poles and stripping. You had drank you some liquor before you hit the stage for a better effects in your performance tonight. You did what you did best, twirling on the pole, doing tricks, just the usual. As you were collecting the dollars from of the stage as the song you were dancing too had come end. As you started to walk off stage to go backstage you then heard a voice call you over from the sidelines of the stage. You looked to see who it was and it was Tom Keifer.

Tom: Come here

He said with a cute smirk on his face as he gestured with his finger for you to come over to him. He was impressed with your performance, the way you moved, and just looked different from the other girls. He found himself liking you, or just physical attraction overall.