"Go for it."

Ryan felt uneasy with the question. He lucked out in life having been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, allowing to take up a career that paid poorly but was personally satisfying. He did not have to work at a low paying job to pay for his post-secondary education. Now Emily had asked him if she would strip in order to make ends meet.

Luckily for him Marlissa sensed his discomfort so she took Emily's hand and smiled at her. "Honey, we cannot and should not tell what you should do with your own body. You have a special talent and if it helps pays the bills, then so be it!"

"And if you do decide on studying archaeology, I can always have you as an intern," Ryan interjected. Emily hugged them both for the words of encouragement.

"Okay, I'm going to do it!" the young brunette cheered. "I'll talk to the DJ about dancing here. I'll be right back."

Ryan and Marlissa watched Emily wade through the audience, ignoring the catcalls, to the DJ booth. She came back a couple minute later with a smile on her face.

"The DJ said I could start tonight if I want, either dancing on the stage or in the champagne rooms," she said. "I'll have to pay the bouncer the house fee."

"I don't think you make a lot of money dancing on stage. The champagne rooms is where the big bucks is," Ryan said, looking over to the big bald bouncer guarding the door to the VIP area.

"I guess you're right," Emily said nervously. She looked like she was having second thoughts of stripping in a dark room with a total stranger.

"How about we be your first customers?" Marlissa suggested, sensing the young waitress' thoughts.