It was the middle of the night out on the busy street. The sky was flooded with glistening stars, the owls were hooting to wish everyone a good night's rest, and some cars were driving off to where ever they must go. Not you, however. You were in line to visit the new and recently built Sneak-A-Peek burlesque and cabaret club. There was a huge line behind you and ahead of you, since the place was already popular after not even a month! After what seemed like forever, you were at the front of the line, greeted by a girl in what resembles a red hotel uniform who was guarding the door. She looked up at you and clicked her pen, as if she were to write your name down and grant you entry.

"Oh hello there. May I ask for your name, gender, and inspect your pockets for anything suspicious? It's a small policy."