It's your 21st birthday. To celebrate the occasion, you decided to go to the local gentleman's club — special for it's theme of having the staff wear bunnysuits.

Walking in, the place has an old wood-panelled 1940's smoking room sort of vibe. Like you can almost hear jazz music and thick Chicago-accented mobsters in the lobby.

Finally, who'll be waiting on you comes from the back. She has a tomboyish vibe to her.

"How can I help you, dipshit?"