Nope.

You’ve spent all your small bills on the dancers. You won’t tip her your last 50!

“Thanks, Candy. You were great.”

You feel her disappointment that that was all and she thanks you coldly before walking backstage in her 10 centimetre heels.

Not much use staying any more, you came, you spent all your dough, you came.

You get up from the seat and step out into the warm evening.

Your way home takes you though some dark back alleys. Well, you could take the longer way along the busy main street, but you're a man, you don't fear dark alleys.

About half way out of the red-light district, you see a hot woman in a short, red, form hugging dress leaning against a wall. Weird place for a hooker.

Maybe she isn’t one? You decide to try for a free ride.

“Hey, honey. Care for some fun?”

She smiles invitingly.

“That’ll be 20 for a blow job and 50 for quickie, hon!”

You sigh. Of course she’s professional. You still have the money...