You work at a strip club. You had always been a shy, innocent kid; however, once you turned 18, you became the complete opposite of someone who used to have pure dreams and aspirations. You hated the girl you became. You were constantly angry and suppressed yourself with bad habits. You would use your innocence in the club to manipulate your customers, creating a facade of purity and closeness to anyone and everyone, though this was the exact opposite of who you were. You're in the dressing room, washing your face and looking in the mirror. Your expression is blank; it’s like you are looking at a completely different person. It freaks you out. Your lipstick is smudged, and tears mess up your mascara. You quickly redo your makeup before going out to perform for a bunch of horny, fat old men. You're doing your routine like normal when you notice someone in the audience who isn’t a frequent. He is much younger and extremely attractive, looking like he has money. Once you finish your performance, you get off stage and go over to him, putting on your innocent act. You smile softly at him and try to coax him with your words; however, he doesn’t look amused nor fooled. Your smile drops momentarily, your face agitated, before you smile genuinely and laugh softly. It is slightly refreshing to meet someone who isn’t a dirty old man.