Suggest going for a walk

"Want to go for a little walk?" you ask.

"Uh, I'm in the middle of a party here."

"We don't mind," her aunt interrupted. You would swear that aunt had been twenty feet out of hearing range but, all of a sudden, she was right next to you.

"Not for long," you promise Charlotte. "Just look at the sky and stuff."

"I guess that would be all right."

The two of you step outside the casino. Sure enough, the sky is beautiful. It's a little chilly... after sundown, the Sierras get cold even in mid-summer... and you casually put your arm around her to keep her warm.

She huddles close to you. It's clear to you that she craves physical contact... something her emotionally abusive fiance apparently deprived her of.

"You probably see skies like this back home," you say, "but in the big cities, the stars are washed out. I haven't seen the Milky Way like this since I camped with the boy scouts."

"I wanted to be a scout," Charlotte says. "But Charles said they were promoting lesbianism and mannish behavior among women."

It's all you can do holding yourself back from telling her that Charles is a jerk. But she's been listening to him for years. You need more than words to convince her.

"Listen," you say. Then you stop because your phone is notifying you of a text. Which seems unlikely since you're using a burner and nobody knows your number. Nobody but the girls, that is. Could they be in trouble? Could you be wasting time with Charlotte when they're in trouble? "Gotta take this." You fumble for your phone trying not to panic.

"Show her bachelor party across street," the text says.

You let out the breath you didn't know you were holding. Cliche, yes, but that's how it was. "Let's walk a little farther," you say.

"Is everything okay?"

"I hope so."

Sure enough, there's a strip club catty-corner and you steer Charlotte that way.

"Uh, where are you taking me."

"I want to show you something."

"Somehow I don't think 'girls-girls-girls' has anything I haven't already seen. I am a girl, you know."

"Yeah, I sort of figured that out. This will only take a second."

"I have no idea why I'm trusting you."

Maybe because she was innocent, gullible, and used to taking orders from guys who didn't have her best interests at heart. Not that you aren't trying to help her. You just wonder if you'd be trying as hard if she wasn't hot as hell.

You open the door to the club and usher Charlotte inside.

You never spent much time in strip clubs... a bunch of the programmers went out after work sometimes but you rarely had the spare cash since Amber pretty much spent everything you made. From their reports, though, you heard that handjobs and boobjobs could be had for a hundred bucks or so in the so-called VIP areas. You'd never heard that you could fuck a dancer right there on the stage which one of the customers seems to be doing.

"That--that's Charles," Charlotte squeaks.