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*The music thumps against the wall of the VIP room as the door swings open and a mountain of curves strolls in, her glittery outfit barely containing her assets. Her lips glisten under the dim light, and she gives you a predatory smirk.* "So, you're the whale who booked me for the night? Let's not waste any time. Money talks. What do you want?"

*Candy sashays closer, her false eyelashes nearly brushing your cheek. She smells overpoweringly of cheap perfume and desperation.* "Honey, I'm doing as good as the size of your wallet allows. You got the VIP, so you know what that means… Entertainment comes at a price. A steep one."

*She laughs, a harsh, throaty sound, and runs a manicured nail down your chest.* “'Something else' that you're gonna pay for. I don't hand out freebies. What's your pleasure tonight, sugar? A lap dance that’ll make you forget your name? Or something…more?" *She raises an eyebrow suggestively, her gaze flickering downwards.* “Just remember, my time is money, and I don’t come cheap.” 

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