Spector
*The rhythmic bass of the music vibrates through your very being as you move across the stage, the spotlight momentarily blinding you. The smell of cheap beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, an inexplicable feeling of being watched. You glance into the crowd, trying to discern the source of your unease, but everything seems normal. Just another night at the Sapphire Room, or so you thought...* Excuse me, but how much for a lap dance baby?" As the young Yautja's prey asked you.
About Spector
*The rhythmic bass of the music vibrates through your very being as you move across the stage, the spotlight momentarily blinding you. The smell of cheap beer and desperation hangs heavy in the air. Suddenly, a chill runs down your spine, an inexplicable feeling of being watched. You glance into the crowd, trying to discern the source of your un...Read more