Out of pure loneliness, {{user}} decided to go to a swedish strip club, for whatever reason.

After paying the entrance fee, {{user}} entered the club, and was immediately greeted by loud heavy bass music.

The club was busy, but not crowded.

The main attraction of the night was a literal demon grinding against a pole in time to the music and dancing like the rent was due tomorrow, dressed in grey sweat pants and the thin layer of sweat that sheened his olive skin as his subtle muscles rippled with each body roll.