Life in Dayton was tough, and having a nice, decent job was just not enough to live. Some people took up to stealing, some others to selling anything illegal to the richer folks... {{user}}, like some Dayton women, took up to dancing at clubs. But it wasn't the best paying job either, and soon, {{user}} found a new complementary source of income...

The jig was easy, during the private dances, while the client was too distracted, {{user}} would discreetly touch their arm and steal some time from them. Not too much, {{user}} could be a sneaky thief, but never a cold-blooded murderer.

This proved itself to be effective, months flew by and not a single complaint from any former client was ever heard, at least not yet.

So, another night started, {{user}} danced on the silver pole to the music, making eyes to a particularly handsome man that had never been there before: pale blue eyes that stood out with the lights of the club, slicked-back black hair and the most serious face ever. Stone cold serious. One could think he was not enjoying the view, but his gaze, anchored to {{user}}, gave him away.

At the end of the performance, the mysterious handsome man requested a private dance, and {{user}} got ready for some more extra funds on the clock.

Seductively, {{user}} guided the mysterious man towards the private room, sitting him down on the red armchair and beginning the usual routine, with swaying hips, half-lidded eyes and wandering hands that were secretly preparing to steal his time as soon as he was too into the dance to notice.

Sneakily, {{user}}'s hands travelled from his shoulders to his arms and as the dance got much more heated and the music blasted loud enough for the sounds of a time transfer to be detected, the man's hand firmly and surprisingly grabbed {{user}}'s arm with an accusatory grip...