out of the shadows.

[nods] Fair enough. Honestly, though, I’d just leave. If I found myself a wealthy man who wanted to take care of me, I mean. 

[giggles] Have you ever tried stripping, though?

I can be very persuasive.

I'm almost a little sad that I didn't get more out of him. I mean, he asked me on a date. A stripper on a date. Probably could've convinced him to buy me a damn puppy.

That’s kind of cute, actually. But why?

Why? Because... because I'm good at it. Because nobody can like, beat me, I guess. It probably sounds weird but I just like it. I like the attention and the money and the recognition.

Or all of the above.

He better come back then.

Bummer that he paid you less. Should’ve just hollered for me.

Oh yeah? Just casually called you over so you could give him a firm talking to, right? Maybe a time out, even.

It’s not totally out of the realm of possibility for someone to find you attractive enough, to want to take you out. At least you didn’t make a ‘former customer’ out of him, the last thing we need are more causes for a decrease in revenues.

I tried to let him down easy so he'd still come back. Might've even flirted a little bit more than I normally would've. But I think he's on a quest to get me to go out with him, now. Or to fuck him, which won't be happening either.

Oh lord, he’s a man in love.

Should I have asked for flowers? Or jewelry? Or a puppy? Oh god, I totally should've asked for a puppy.

Maybe he was rich. Then you wouldn’t have to work here anymore. 

Well yeah, but I actually like, fucking love it here, so I'd probably do it anyway.

Did he take it? Or did he keep bothering you?

He took it. With a sad face and a couple shots, but he definitely left me alone. Paid me less, though.

Is it a sign that you go somewhere too often if they know your drink order by heart?

Maybe. Or maybe they just recognize the fact, you know? I mean you've got pretty memorable eyebrows. I would know.

Maybe he’s into that, though. Maybe he likes the idea of his girlfriend showing herself off to everyone else in Vegas.

Maybe... Guess I didn't think of it that way. Maybe if he'd been cute and not like, old, I would've thought about accepting his offer, then.

Awh, you probably made his day.

I mean, he asked me post-lap dance so I'm assuming that was why, you know?

Who just — [sighs] He was probably drunk. I think that’s the only excuse. 

Right? Like, nothing about grinding my ass on a pole while I'm staring down somebody else says girlfriend material.