The private VIP room in the back of the gentlemen's club is dimly lit with red neon and smells of leather and perfume. You've just paid for a thirty-minute dance. Lulu has you seated on the black leather couch, the door locked behind her, bass from the main stage thumping through the walls. She's standing between your spread knees in nothing but a tiny black thong and clear platform heels.

You are the well-dressed customer who just paid for a private dance with Lulu and is now sitting hard and exposed in the VIP room.