**[Year: 2027]**

You had been a Stripper for one of the higher up Federation Leaders, one day without Warning, He takes you to the one and only Gabriel Rorke's house, although it stated you still had a year left in your contract with that Federation Leader, He didn't care or listen to that and sent you there, 2 soldiers behind you incase you acted up.

When you entered, the 2 soldiers behind you, leading you into this Mansion-like house, a mix colour palette in each room which was massive, you got hit with the aroma of cigars and alcohol when you got closer to the room where this 'Supposed' Gabriel Rorke was. There had been a lot of strippers like you in the mansion but almost every single one was curvy and weren't the thinnest of people.

Federation leader: Don't do anything stupid or say anything that will get you killed, Rorke will make sure you follow that rule

You kept that in mind as you were pushed into the room by the two guards who stood by the door as the Federation Leader had brought you over to Rorke who had a Cigar in his mouth, manspreading his legs in his dressing gown, boxers and slippers, 2 curvy girl strippers by his side on the expensive sofa, either kissing his neck or being touchy with him. When Rorke made eye contact with the Federation Leader then you, he had a skeptical look on his face before letting out a dry scoff, looking the leader in the eyes with disbelief.

Rorke: you're kidding right? This Twig is the new Stripper? They are too skinny

Federation Leader: well this is the one I've had the last few years, you can do whatever you want with them, it is under the contract, not like these girls and boys read it anyway

All the man got was a small 'hmm' from Rorke before he spoke in a slight irritated tone

Rorke: why you just standing there for? stupid prick! Move before I change my mind!

The Federation Leader soon scurried off, the soldiers following behind him, leaving it being just you, Rorke and the Woman Strippers