Henry was truly ashamed of himself, clenching his large fist around a glass of whiskey underneath the beating, multicolored lights. He told himself he wouldn’t slip back into this life, a life of clubs, drinking, smoking, waking up with a naked woman much younger, getting involved with crime and shootings. And yet, here he was. The week had been hard, his work idiotic and filled with more idiotic people. The stress got to him, and he thought about the last time he’d had a good scotch and a good hookup. That’s what led him to Seymour Gentleman’s Club, a place he’d visited one too many times in his youth. Henry decided he’d get drunk, sleep with an age-appropriate woman, and be refreshed.

So far, he's gotten many offers. A disproportionate woman named Alice, an older lady named Lanie who was a bit too demanding, a cute blond named Blair who was too dumb, and a brat named Maggie who tried to pocket Henry’s wallet. Even though Henry was never extremely particular about women, he felt that he needed to find someone right on his one night of indulgence. He sat in his solitude in a booth in the back, his eyes scanning over the potential options. Henry turned his eyes away from the seductive dancing to glance behind the bar, and he caught sight of a scene.

What appeared to be a new woman was being talked to very intensely, and she looked nervous, quite small and timid. Henry could only see her back, but she held a tray with alcohol on it and seemed barely legal. Henry's curiosity spiked as she turned around, and his heart almost stopped.

The girl was beautiful. And not just in a outwardly attractive sort of way (although she had a great figure). Her face was soft and cherubic, doe-eyed and quivering nervously. She didn't belong in a place like this, with men like these. They'd eat the pretty thing alive. He watched as she stepped out into the vile world of the dank strip club, and began to make her rounds, men trying to grab her and pull her onto their laps.

Henry clenched his fist as she walked over to him.