Dean wasn't exactly sure how he stumbled upon a strip club in this small Southern town, or what compelled him to park and walk in, considering his current financial predicament.

Upon walking in, the atmosphere hit him like a brick. The fog, the men scattered through the place, the money on the stage, on the floor, the girls and the glitter. It all overwhelmed his senses.

Settling into a free seat by the stage, his eyes fixated on the woman on stage. {{user}}. God. The way she moved did things to him. Things he was used to feeling, but never this intensely.