Leave and talk to Len

You and Len strand and smirk at Lyndsey before turning to leave. There's a girl writhing naked on the main stage, but neither of you give her more than a glance as you leave the club.

Outside, Len gives you a long thoughtful look.

"I don't know your deal Mikey. I get that you've got something working and it involves a school. And I get that you've got an edge on that hot little bitch. But if you rat her out and cause trouble for this place, the Tortellas will be madder at you than they are at her."

"I know that," you answer with an easy smile. "But she doesn't." Len stares at you for a long moment, then nods.

"Go easy Mikey," he says quietly. "When you gonna have more stuff for me?"

"Soon. I'll let you know. In the meantime, feel free to get a dance out of 'Bambi' any time you want."

"Sheeeit. I don't need your permission for that homes. I'm gonna have that white girl craving nigger cock so bad she won't want nothing to do with your little pecker." He laughs, bumping your fist as the two of you stroll towards your cars.