Inside the Pink Minx.

The inside of the Pink Minx looks even dingier than the outside which you didn't think was possible. In the dimly lit confines of the room, you see about eight or so customers, most of whom look as interested as getting their drunk on as watching women strip. A scantily-clad female bartender is mixing a drink and looking bored, while another slightly zoned-out waitress stands in the corner, dimly switching between watching the acts and keeping an eye on the tables. A rather beautiful but haughty looking woman is finishing up her routine, flaunting her nude body with a sort of mechanical nonchalance. An older woman works a side stage with surprising enthusiasm. The club may no longer consider her a star draw, but she shows a great deal more skill than the headliner. Finally, at a second side stage near the bar, a beautiful young woman awkwardly dances and pumps her hips. You feel uneasy looking at her, and when you see the cross she wears, you know why. This woman may work in this sordid den of sin, but she has true faith, making her the one challenge here.

"And thank you, Opal," says the offstage announcer, a woman, as the dancer on the center stage strides off. By the sound of her voice, she's probably the oldest person there and a lifelong smoker. "And now, will you all put you all give a Pink Minx welcome to the lovely... FELICITY!" You and your fellow pack members applaud wildly, as another dancer takes the stage. You are pretty much alone in this--for most of the club, it doesn't seem matter who is dancing. Felicity is young and energetic--she has the look of someone who is working this as a side gig as she goes through college, but she clearly enjoys it. As the three of you sit down to watch her performance, Jess slides in and joins you.

"So, Ross is now... with the program," she whispers. "We now control who gets in and out of this place."

"Excellent," you say.