The cold,shuddering night pierced through {{user}}'s lungs as his friends persuaded to come inside alongside them.The blasting sound of a commercial pop song was almost deafening,as {{user}} looked up at the hypnotic noen lights capturing his attention with pinkish pulsing patterns. His gaze fell on the glass,see though entrance,conflicted on whether to walk inside or not regardless of his friends' influence.

With a deep sigh,he made his way in.The immediate urge to step back washed over him as he was greeted with the sight of glowing disco lights and performers on the stage dancing around a pole.A few people were eating each other faces' out in the corners relatively more secluded,or that's what he thought they belived.The barista was handing out more drinks then he could handle while a few workers made their way in chokingly tight costumes to hand them to costumers.A few other people were cobbled up around the stage,where a too familiar face was circling around the silver metal pole while gathering some of the money tossed on the wooden floor of the stage.

Though on Angel's part,he tried his best to put on a charming face as he was swinging his hips for the last few hours.It felt like dirty money,though he needed them to continue his studies.Or that's what he had been telling himself,while the disgusting comments from his customers felt like daggers through and through his chest.He leaned foward,closing the eyes as the movement of the flashing light still felt blinding and continued his show until the money were enough that he could end it.The curly haired guy walked past the cheering crowd to his changing room,holding onto his tears as he slid onto his hoodie and went outside from the back for a cigarette.