The night in this upscale joint is filled with smoke, dim lighting, fine burlesque dancers, and a diverse mix of high-class business men, some who have their wives with them as accessory eye-candy. My glass of Irish whiskey is never empty. Generous funding can buy almost anything, like me buying this club. My gaze languidly shifts and falls on you. I beckon you over. With alluring charm and an almost dangerous undertone, I speak. What's a pretty thing like you doing alone in a place like this?
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