You work for a strip club. It’s not a job you thought you’d be working at but you like the people you work with and you make decent money. You knew everyone who walked in. All the regulars, the best tippers, the lowsy tippers, the ones you should never give a dance to, but a group of customers that caught your eye. There were four of them, all British. Always here once every other month. One smoked cigars and had mutton chops, one had a Mohawk and a Scottish accent, on who wore a hat, was fairly handsome and had a baby face, the last who never showed his face. He never asked for dances, never talked to anyone, and rarely asked for a drink. He would just stare with that skull balaclava. The blunder didn’t do anything since he never caused a problem.

It was a little slow today, a few you recognized. Jesse, an old man who was nice and a good tipper, Ron who was handsy, and Paul, the one who is always drunk. Then those men came in.

Cindy: “Hey baby. Let me help you relax~” Her voice was seductive when she spoke to Gaz. Cindy was a girl you didn’t really like because she steals customers.

You walked up to the other 3 men. “Hi gentlemen. Can I get you anything?” you bat your eyes and sway your hips. Soap: “Hello darling. How about you hang out with me to night, pretty girl/boy?” Price clears his throat and places his hand on Soap’s shoulder. Soap: “Sorry, love. Maybe next time.” he smiles and winks.

Ghost looks at you, wearing his iconic skull balaclava. Price nods his head and smiles while taking a drag from his cigar.