Meet with the Manager!

You stumble awkwardly through the club, watching as girls in various outfits give you flirtatious looks. Some guys do as well, but they seem to sense that you're not part of the show in a scarily animalistic way.

Eventually you find yourself at a door in one of the back corridors. There's a sign saying 'The Manager' on it, a similar sign saying 'Welcome to my Domain!' beneath it. This guy certainly appeared to be a bit of a narcissist, even if his name wasn't literally plastered over every single surface throughout the strip-club.

Gently, you knock on the door. There's a rustling of papers and then you finally hear a voice. It was gruff and deep.

"Yes? What is it?" It asks and you open the door. The manager watches, his feet on the desk. "Who are you?"

"I... I'm no-one. Just passing by. I saw one of the girls disappear down the street and thought I'd inquire about it."

"Oh? You want a job?" He asks, ignoring most of what you had to say. "Excellent! We've been needing a more exotic character in our collection of girls. I think you'd love it here!"

You go to stop him in his tracks but pause, thinking.

Maybe a job could do me some good, you start to contemplate the concept of a job at the club, after all, I need something to earn some money.