+10, Selected Abbie - You settle with the Gothic Dancer.

At 21, Abbie Hawkins may be fresh out of college, but she's mature and self-sufficient enough to start living life on her own. She grew into the Gothic culture as a young girl growing up, grew a love for vampire shows and movies, then Zombie Apocalypse stuff. Having well-off parents helped her pay part of her way through college, the rest of it she partially paid off by working a part-time job at a restaurant, then at a sports bar when that restaurant closed up in the worst part of the economic downturn. To pay off the rest of her student loans, she took up the exotic dancing gig, spending a few months auditioning at the various clubs while settling into a studio apartment of her own with fellow college graduates, who are now off doing their own thing.

"Eric, I know you're thinking about spending the night with Mia," Abbie tells you as your eyes continue to toggle between Mia and Abbie, "but I believe it's best to just let her go for the next couple of months, and let her concentrate on her cosplay adventures. Besides, I heard from the others that you're a great customer, and Mia spoke highly about you. Give me a chance to entertain you, please?"

You think about it for a moment as your eyes continue to go between the two ladies. After about one excruciating minute, you nod to Abbie, and she gives you a smile.

"Thank you!" Abbie takes your hand and starts to guide you to a more secluded spot in the dancing hall. But before you follow the Gothic woman, you see Mia come over to you.

"Eric," Mia looks to you. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you tonight, but I really need the time off from dancing to concentrate on my cosplay. You've seen my related posts on Facebook & Twitter, right?"

"Yes, I did." You nod to Mia, seeing the look of some sadness on her face.

"Promise me that you'll stay safe while I travel all over North America? Abbie is a great woman, and she's one feisty dancer, when I saw her audition for the job. I'm sure she'll help fill in for me while I'm out there cosplaying." You nod to her, and she gives you a big hug. "Goodbye, Eric. If I don't see you by Christmas, I'll definitely see you in the new year."

"As to you, Mia, take care." You watch Mia take off to the back to change into her street clothes, so that she could return home and get ready for her two-month trip. A minute later, your eyes return to see Abbie waiting for you nearby. With the lighting nearby, you can now see her petite frame--5'3", no more than 100 lbs., 32c breasts, a small waist, and shapely legs, all clad in a mix of Gothic leather and lace in that short dress. Her front-laced, knee-high boots dangle from the edge of the table, and she give you a warm smile, hoping that she'll have the chance to please you as much as Mia has in those nights she's spent with you. Turning, you approach her, and her smile brightens.

"I hear that you're a feisty dancer, is that right?" You see Abbie nod, as she twirls her black hair playfully. "I would love to see your lap dance, if you're able, and willing."