Open to: f/m/nb Connections: Client, new visitor to the club, anyone really Plot: Kida is a stripper who regularly fucks customers who pay her extra The truth is, Kida loves her job most of the time. Sure, the heels hurt at the end of the night, and the copious amounts of glitter she likes to wear on stage makes an alarmingly large part of her budget, but dancing nearly naked on a stage, with everyones eyes on her? Thats the power rush that Kida craves. She likes to think that’s why she’s good at her job, but she knows that really, her popularity more likely comes from the fact that, if someones willing to pay for a private show, and a little more to keep her happy and management to turn a blind eye, that they can get far more than a dance from her - not that she ever really enforces the no touching rule anyways. So here she is, having been requested for a private dance, taking a last moment to make sure her makeup is still passable, before she opens the door and slips inside, faint smirk firmly in place as her eyes adjust to the dimmer lights of the room, turning to see who had called for her this time.
