You're interrupted, or maybe Rescued?

You opened your mouth to answer, but a man's voice cut in from behind you, deep and vaguely southern. "Hey Carmel, how about you help out the little honey while you dance for me instead?" He pronounced it 'car-mel' instead of 'care-a-mel' which bothered you for some reason.

You found the speaker as Caramel replied, her voice smooth and easy. "You're a hero Donny, you know that?" She glanced back to catch your uncertain nod. 'Donny' was about 35, broad- shouldered, and wore a flannel shirt with jeans. He looked like an out-of-work lumberjack, or maybe a truck driver. That said, he wasn't bad-looking, if he shaved or lost his gut.

Caramel was answering now as you realized you were starting to stare at Donny. "Sounds like fun! You two follow me then!" Her hips swayed through the crowded club as you both stood to follow, Donny catching your hand for a brief shake. He was taller than you'd thought, certainly over 6 feet.

Still feeling a bit dizzy, you swayed to the music and followed Caramel into a small booth, surprised at the size of the room when you entered. The whole thing was about the size of a hot tub, with couches built into each room. A bouncer stood just outside, between the several similar doors, and exchanged nods with Donny as you stepped inside. In the small space, Caramel's perfume seemed overpowering, but not in a bad way.

Donny took a seat and gestured you to join him, but you took your seat on a couple feet away instead. You were struggling to focus. You wanted to ask Caramel something... The paper in your basement!

The next song started up, a slow but heavy beat. *Caramel's got it pretty nice here* you thought, watching her ass as she started a slow warmup for Donny. He was looking up at her ass too, so she bent down low for him and faced you, glancing up to catch you staring.

"Like what you see?" She asked you coyly.

"Damn right I do," Donny answered, "but you were probably asking honey tits over there, yeah?"

It was the second time he'd caller you 'honey,' and coarser than the last. It bothered you, but not quite as much as you expected it to. "I've got a name you know, you can't just go calling me 'honey' like that."

"Sure, honey tits, whatever you say," he was smiling, the asshole. "You don't like it, the door is right there. Or you can get used to it like a big girl and ask Carmel here your questions."

For her part, Caramel was swaying her butt to the left and right in front of Donny's face, looking back up to you in silent agreement. Disheartened, you realized you weren't about to find a feminist ally here.