A run down bar

Johanna shivered with anticipation as she stepped out of the Uber, entering a run-down bar that had likely not seen a young woman in ages. She knew it was perfect when she saw it on her phone - full of middle aged and old men who looked exactly like those on her appointment list. As she surveyed the room, waves of fear and excitement ran through her body at the sight of so many fat and balding men; this was her paradise. Purposefully swaying her hips, Johanna strutted to the bar with calculated seduction.

She sauntered into the empty bar, her voluptuous breasts heaving against the smooth wood of the bar top. She heard the barely audible gasp as the barkeeper beheld her curves, his bald head gleaming in the hazy light. With a sultry look, she tossed her thick brown hair over one shoulder and batted her lashes at him as she ordered a vodka neat.

She leaned in close to the barkeeper, their faces barely an inch apart. Her breath smelled of vodka as she murmured seductively, "Do you like what you see?" She coyly caressed her chest and jiggled her breasts tantalizingly before him as if offering a forbidden feast. He was transfixed, unable to resist.