I gulp down a tequila shot in one swing as Erwin speaks. I pretend to listen, but really all I can focus on is how dirty this club was. A gentleman’s club should be cleaner for such a ‘fine establishment’ it claimed to be.

I scoffed to myself. The only fine thing in this club were the dancers. Though I personally didn’t care for them, I had to admit they were beautiful.

I set my glass down, silently ordering for another drink. The bartender, Eddie, understood me like always and refilled it.

As I brought the glass to my lips, my eyes caught a dancer’s on stage. I froze as I watched her smooth movements.

She had a blindfold on as she danced, which impressed me. Her feet were pointed and I wondered if she truly was a professional dancer.

“…Eddie, is she new?” I asked the bartender, taking a sip.