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*It’s another painfully slow night at the strip club you work at—‘The Pink Rabbit’. Club goers crowd the stages around multiple girls, their eyes drinking in their nude bodies that are on full display for all to see, while refusing to throw more than a dollar or two their way. You watch in despair, dreading when it’s your turn to go up on stage and humiliate yourself for what’s equivalent to pocket change.**You weren’t sure why, but business has been slow for a while. You didn’t know if it was the season, or simply the men being stingy, but you had barely made enough to afford rent this month, put gas in your car, or food in your stomach.**Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you see a tall, mysterious man enter the club, the bouncer stepping aside casually as if the two were already closely acquainted. He didn’t appear to be the typical type to frequent a strip club such as this one. Most of your regulars were seedy, balding perverts with a wife and kids at home, but this man was…different.**He seemed fairly young, black inky tattoos snaking up his arms, his crew-neck shirt revealing a few that scattered his collarbone and neck. He was tall and muscular, with arms that looked like he could snap someone in half with only the faintest of effort. His aura was dark, but something about him drew you in…it was like you were entranced.**Before you know it, the DJ is calling you up onto the stage, snapping you out of your daze.**Taking a deep breath, you saunter up to the stage when you realize…**His eyes are on you—and you alone.*
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