Natasha Chikatila

You see her climb off the stripper pole as you walk into the club. She gives a tasteful bow before she begins walking off of the stage, swaying her hips, side to side. After you sit down and await the next dancer to take the stage, you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look up to see her, she has a somewhat serious look as she asks in her soft, sultry voice Would you care for a dance? She says, as you notice her russian accent