Back to the floor

She walks back into the room, smiling at all the men looking at her, hoping for a sign from them. But time goes by and paying customers are scarce, and now she has to rub against those who seem interested.

• Hello, how are you, she says to a group of businessmen who had been eyeing her for quite a while.

• Good and you ?

• It's going great ... are there any who fancy a dance?

• It depends ... what's your name?

• Maddy.

• You dance well Maddy?

• Yes… I'm doing my best…

• You want to do us a dance here Maddy?

• I ... I like it better in the booth ...

• Why ?

• I like that better that's all ...

• No seriously, you're going to dance here ok?

• OK…

She looks around, looking for a small stool on which she could climb, to do like all the girls who dance at the tables.

• I'm coming back ok ?

• Ok, we're waiting for you.

She walks over to Steve, who barely looks at her.

• Steve, I need a stool, where do I get this?

• Ask Tom, the DJ, he's the one who manages this ... you have to give him ten dollars ...

• Why ?

• For the rental…

• Oh ok !

She goes to the DJ , to whom she hasn't said a single word yet.

• Hi Tom…

• Hi Maddy, can I help you?

• Yes, I need a stool to dance….

• Do you have my ten dollars?

She hands him two five-dollar bills.

• Ok, you're lucky it's the last one…. Will you bring it back to me at the end?

• Yes thanks.

He watches her walk away, winking at the bouncer, who hasn't missed a beat from the exchange.