I had been walking around aimlessly for an hour now, the air turning crisp as night set in. My hands rubbed my arms, trying to drive away the goosebumps, my hard nipples yet another testament to my inner plight. I was starting to realize why hookers in the movies were constantly lighting up, "A little fire right in your mouth. Damn I wish I smoked."

Feeling eyes on me, I looked up, catching the gaze of a good looking man. He's pretty cute... I shook my head slightly, drawing myself back to reality. Don't let yourself get carried away, this isn't all fun and games... I tried to convince myself, but it simply didn't ring true. The blue lights of Cheetah's Cabaret glowed behind the man, as I realized this was just the sort of guy I'd been looking for.

Briefly overcome with doubt, I was unsure whether or not to continue. Looking around again I noticed a tired looking woman sitting on a box. It was clear she'd been gorgeous once upon a time, but now her exhaustion was apparent. I pulled my eyes away and continued my walk toward the man, putting myself in fate's hands...