Claefer, never one to like wearing clothing, had recently discovered the nirvana that was strip clubs. Apparently, in these establishments, people were paid to take their clothes off. It sounded like a dream come true to her, honestly. Walking into one such place, she tapped on the shoulder of the nearest half naked person. "Excuse me, how would I go about getting a job here?" - Claefer to Hunter
“You’d have to talk to the boss lady for that. Although I’m not sure if we’re taking any new people right now? You can always ask her though. Would you like me to get her?”
People honestly came in here all the time, asking about jobs. He never gave them an actual answer because that wasn’t really his call. His boss wanted him to learn more of the managerial side of the club but he was fine doing what he did. Mira knew how to run her business and she knew how to run her business well.
Hunter always directed any job inquiries to her because if they weren’t serious, she’d shut them down immediately. Mira didn’t play it came to her club; regardless of what anyone thought, it was a business.
