• Lace checked herself in the mirror a last time before stepping out on stage. Messy white hair fell around a perfectly curved jawline, making her pink eyes and soft lips stand out. She could see how full her breasts were and how snugly the playboy outfit held her hips. Making her way to the pole the woman received a thunderous applause from the men of the audience. A sexy gaze flitted across the bar, forced through a nonchalant expression, as she began dancing. It was the same sick group of fat sweaty pigs every night. Each face she knew by name and size and honestly she just wanted to skip for the night, but money was money. As the song started its finish she seemed to get caught in the misty eyes of a strange man. Lace struggled to finish her last moves without stumbling.