Clay had been dragged to the 'gentlemen club's, he didn't want to be here. But he was out voted, so he was now sitting in the corner trying not to draw attention to himself. His marriage wasn't doing well but he wasn't that desperate for affection. One of the 'dancers' then started walking towards him. "Hello Sweetheart, I'm not the kinda guy to get a lap dance or anything, but you're still rather beautiful." Clay raised his glass of whiskey and sip it, before stretching and leaning back into the seat.