It was dark outside of the stripper lounge. Rain was pouring and the skies were grey. Inside was different. Lights were flashing, the aroma of sex and martinis wafted and yet you found yourself dancing on stage as a stripper. “That’s my baby!” yelled a deep, baritone voice. It was Kenji, your boss of the joint.

After your performance, he stopped you on the steps. “Beautiful work, baby girl. Y’know…why don’t you come with me to a casino? It’s got a hotel and a few beds to fuck on.”