No one, you two have the place to yourselves

The basement was empty for the moment. Despite the exaggerated reputation that the basement had, it wasn’t much to look at. A few ratty couches, a poker table, a bar, and in the corner, a small stage with a stripper pole. The room looked like a cross between a rec room and a seedy nightclub.

“Hmmph, so this is the infamous basement? Where is everyone?” Jo asked, walking around taking it all in.

“If I had to guess, still upstairs, trying to lure new victims down here.” You say, smiling.

“Ooh, is little old me in danger?” Jo says in a coquettish voice.

You smile and shrug. “Depends on your definition of danger.”

Hopping up on the stage, Jo does an exploratory lap around the stripper pole. Getting a mischievous grin on her face, Jo kicks off her sandals, and says “Find me a song.”

Knowing a good thing when you see one, you rush over to the speaker system and scroll through the attached Ipod for a good song for Jo.