A store for strippers you have heard of downtown.

You pack up your things and head downtown, the drive takes but a half hour or so before you see the little shop. You walk into the store and instantly the greasy old guy that smells a bit of cheese walks up to you. He is wearing a pair of old brown slacks and a once white, now a bit grey t shirt. He smiles friendly enough, if not a bit predatory looking as he walks up to you.

"Can I help you?"