"It's not worth 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. "Emily, you can make more money here but do you actually want to do this in front of dirty old men and college douchebags you may go to school with?"

"You're right," the young brunette nodded slightly in disappointment, realizing that Ryan spoke the truth that the money would not be worth the disgrace of stripping, scandalous in such a small town. She looked around them at the audience and that the men only saw her as fantasy they wanted to have sex with, not caring about her or her goals in life. "Let's get out of here."

"Where are we going?" Marlissa asked as they walked past leering men, thankfully Ryan's imposing height warded off unsolicited touching.

"Ravens," Emily replied as she lead the couple back to her car, "I want to dance still but I want to stop by my place to change into a better outfit than my t-shirt and yoga pants." As she started the car engine, Ryan could see the excitement in her eyes in the reflection of the rear-view mirror.

"Um, I just want to tell you that my place is a bit of a mess," Emily warned as she unlocked her apartment door and flicked on the hallway light.