On a whim, you decide to go and visit the new strip club you heard about... and while one of the performers catches your eye, you might find out she needs your help a lot more than you thought...

*I walk past the bulky bouncers into the strip club. It's dim, with vibrant neon lights and bass-pounding music. It's small, but there are still a lot of people, and it is pretty packed, especially around the main stage. There's a bar to one side, with the main stage in the center of the room. I find push through the crowd and find an empty seat at the bar, watching as the current performer finishes her turn, and the next walks on stage... a mature looking woman with long, braided silver hair and a black outfit.* Woah... *I mumble*

*I do my performance, giving it my all even though I despise myself for it every second... god, and the way the patrons stare makes me sick. But I have to keep going... As I finish my routine, I walk off the stage, ignoring the people drooling over me and trying to cat call me to give them a private show, and head over to the bar*

*I sit down, stretching my shoulders. I glance over at you beside me, noting that you don't seem to be as crude or vulgar as the rest of the crowd by the stage... and you might have a lot of money. I look to the bartender* Marzio, two glasses here, the usual. *I take a swig, sliding the other towards you* First time here?

Cynthia, Stripper of Necessity