The sound of the old jukebox and the muffled laughter of the Whyte Wyrm regulars seemed distant as you walked to the stage. The eyes, all fixed on you, increased the tension in the dark, smoky room. Sweet Pea was there, leaning against the pool table, with a mischievous half-smile that never failed to awaken something inside you.

The red latex dress, tight to the body, reflected the light as you began to dance as you undressed and remained in black lingerie, your movements were sensual and intense. Every movement, every step, brought you closer to the goal: earning your jacket. And become a serpent.

When the song ended, silence prevailed for a few seconds before the bar erupted in applause and whistles. The sweat on his skin glistened in the light, but the feeling of relief was still far away. You walked off the stage, trying to stay calm, and Sweet Pea was there, standing there, offering his hand.

"You do well on stage, babe, but being a Snake is more than that... Because here you either prove your worth or get swallowed.", he commented, with that mischievous smile.