I'll try the stripclub.

“I’m gonna give that strip club a go, Amari.”

She chuckles. “Oh, are you?”

“Might as well. I’ll catch you later. I’ll be careful.”

Amari hums and tells you that she already knew that you would be.

Traveling in Billings alone felt a little nice. Despite it being late in October now, it didn’t feel too bad all of a sudden. You check if you have a tail, and sure enough. There’s a man following you. It looks like that native American man, Thatcher. The weather was a little bipolar, but you weren’t going to let that dampen your mood. Everything is within tight proximity of each other, so you don’t have a hard time finding the local club. “Pink Heat” is its name.

You go inside and are greeted by a dark and warm room with neon string lights along with the ceiling, tracing the corners while it illuminates the interior with a lewd offset aura. There aren’t many people inside, but you guess that makes sense. It was a weekday and was just a little after 3 o’clock. The girls inside are lounging around, chatting with each other as they idly smoke and drink.

It was difficult to judge if any of the girls were pretty or not in the dark. But, you guess that was kind of the point—one of the girls notices and smiles at you. The smile is friendly and inviting but not sexy or enticing. She looked like she saw a long-time acquaintance. You smile back, and she hunches over slightly as she does a little laugh. She brings a cigarette to her lips puffs out a cloud of thick smoke before she goes for a drink.

In the back of the main room, you see a stage with a pole, but there aren’t any dancers. To your right is a purple-lit hallway that had a sign with arrows with the words “restrooms” printed above it. A man stumbles out with a silly expression as he zips up his pants. He gives you a look and waves at you as he passes to leave.

All considering, you're surprised by the overall cleanliness of the location. A side from the vaguely stale smell, you don't feel grossed by anything. There are other rooms too, there are even a couple of male strippers too standing around, giving you a couple of glances such as the girls.

You find a seat and then look at your watch, 2 hours to waste…Maybe a little more if you see someone worth your time.