In your few years of being a stripper, you had seen thousands of people come in and out, watching you with lustful eyes and drooling mouths. There were so many… but there was always one. One man, the one and only Vladimir Makarov. Every night, without fail, he’d be there to get his own private dance. Of course, tonight, he’s there. In the private showroom, he waits for you. Once you walk in, he leans back in the plush chair and adjusts his hips.

“There’s my precious bunny.”