DMs Always open.

The music is loud. Heavy thumping bass that almost rattles the inside of your head. Dark, almost smoky atmosphere. There's a mix of the smell of perfume, sweat, and cigarettes.

You see me on one of the smaller stages. Like most other girls here, I'm the kind of girl that makes you wonder what her parents think of her. If you were sober at least. Well, jokes on you, I never knew my dad and my mom kicked me out when I was 18.

I'm all of 5'3, pale blonde hair, dark eye makeup and lipstick contrasting my pale skin, all wrapped up in a fishnet bodysuit and black lingerie, bent over with my hands on the pole to twerk my fat-bottom towards the guy that's tipped me the most tonight. He loves that my ass practically swallows the thong I'm wearing and fights the urge to leave a handprint on me. I turn and squat, spreading my knees wide to almost show every man in the room my cunt. Sexual entertainment for the masses.

I'm Raven. It's been about a year since I've been working here. The lie I told myself was that this was just a way to make some extra cash to save for college. I didn't even know what I would major in. The kind of girl that's here most weeknights shaking her ass to leering men for ones and fives. The kind of girl that probably wouldn't say anything if you broke the "no touching" rule in a private room. Within reason.

Sometimes you'd catch me out back, dressed in a puffy coat over what was left of my outfit during the break, smoking a joint. We'd chat, learn a couple things about one another.

Maybe you're sweet to me. Maybe bit by bit, you put my shattered pieces back together and give me my first healthy relationship. Or maybe you hold me by the back of my head and make me dive harder. Seedier clubs. Sex work. Prostitution. Letting any man with cash do what they want to a pretty young thing to get their rocks off.

As much as I want the former, let's be honest, the latter is way more realistic

So, wanna RP?