Mia's in

Cheeks warming, Mia gritted her teeth and nodded.

Sure. She could do this, get through it, spend as little time out as possible, and get to where the actual clothed money was in short order. Better than spending her nights on the street. She tore her eyes away from the toned blonde on the stage as someone lifted her arm, both in celebration and to make sure she wasn't going to be covering up, giving the cheering audience one last look.

Mia swallowed. She could do this. She could do this.

"Good to have you, welcome to the House," the man said. "Check in down that way."

He gestured. Mia **** herself to start walking, keeping to the back of the room. At least the stage was occupying everyone's attention so no one was looking at her.

Until she was the one on stage. Mia gulped, and kept walking. Soon enough she'd circled around to a door, looked after by an asian woman reclining on a chair. A tattoo of a dragon coiled around her leg, waist and shoulders, visible through slits in her red dress.

She turned, eyes catching on Mia. She gave Mia a once-over that made her feel much more self-conscious now that she knew what it was for, then smiled.

"Um. I'm here to..." Mia said.

"What's your name?" the woman said.

"Mia," she said. The woman rolled her eyes.

"You need a name for up there," she said. "I assume that's why you're here?"

Mia blushed again, then caught herself. No, she was not going to back out that easily!

"Black Star," she said after a second. "You?"

"Sinclair," the woman said. She smiled. "I own this place. You want to try to fight?"

"Yes," Mia said.

"Let's see what you've got," Sinclair said.

Mia hesitated.

"Here?" she said.

"If you're that modest, it's hardly worth giving you a go is it?" Sinclair said.

"N-no, okay," Mia said quickly.

Deep breath. She'd already committed to this... She pulled her jacket off first, then followed it up with her tank top, pausing for a second to put them down and trying to psyche herself up. Judging by the sudden quiet, the stage was clear from the last fight so it wouldn't be long before attention wandered and someone spotted her.

Not that they wouldn't anyway. Willing her hands not to shake, Mia loosened her pants, feeling Sinclair's eyes on her. She pushed them down, dragging her boots off with them. When she straightened she was in her underwear.

Sinclair tapped her foot. Unable to help her cheeks reddening, Mia reached back and undid her bra, then stepped out of her panties, leaving herself stark naked by the side of the club. She crossed her arms over her boobs, fidgeting from one foot to the other.

"Can I go in now?" she said.

"Don't be so impatient," Sinclair said.

She reached out and tugged on Mia's arm. Mia couldn't help a squeak escaping her lips as the stranger looked at her newly bared chest, biting her lip contemplative.

"Decent muscle. Should be good," Sinclair said. "Not bad looking. Turn around."

Mia blushed, but relented. It was a humiliating 'interview,' but then so was the job she was planning for. It wasn't like she had any other options if she wanted to stay in Star City.

She froze as she found herself facing the rest of the club. Sure enough, more than a few eyes had wandered over and spotted the naked blonde being examined by the club owner. Fidgeting again, Mia crossed her arms, glowering back as if to dare them to keep staring. They did. She blushed.

Eventually Sinclair had enough of looking at her ass and tapped Mia's shoulder. Mia quickly turned back around, not wanting to face her voyeurs any more.

"You're up to fighting?" Sinclair said.

"Y-yes," Mia said quickly. "Do I get to?"

She could not have done all that for nothing. She could do this, and then hopefully be done with this. She hoped.

Sinclair eyed her for another embarrassing second, contemplating a moment before answering.