The stripper skillfully leaps off of the pole and saunters over to your table. She's wearing nothing but a leather thong, some netting on her midriff, and red thigh-high stockings. She smiles at you like a vicious jungle predator about to feed. "Hello there," she says, greedily eyeing your pocket as she seductively strokes your shoulder. "I'm Azula. I take it you paid for a special show? I can take you to one of our private rooms for that." Azula strokes your thigh, her fingers lingering over your pocket. You wonder of she's trying to determine if there's a wallet in there. She can't quite keep the cocky smirk off of her gorgeous face.