Well… see if it’s amature night of course!

Gamora stretched in the back of the truck as Alex got there stuff out.

“So this is where we are staying?” Gamora said looking at the motel. imagine a garbage bin the size of a strip mall: that’s the motel they were in front of.

“Not quite,” Alex said, “we have no money.”

“You have no money?”

“Yeah,” Alex replied, pulling out her wallet. “It’s a thing we use on this planet --”

“I know what money is,” Gamora interrupted, “Lot’s of planets use them. But they normally have some sort of digital currency. You mean to tell me you still use hard currency?”

Alex nodded.

Gamora pointed to the strip bar across the street. “Maybe they have some sort of arena we can earn some money in,” and before Alex could explain what type of bar it was Gamora was up, out of the truck, and across the street.

Alex chased after the green women, and had the pack over her shoulder by the time they got to the door. The bar had a sign outside that said “Amature Night Tonight.” There were no windows, and the sign above said “Sleezy’s.” Well at least it was honest. The squat brick building might have once been a hardware store, or a post office, or something respectable, but now it housed women taking their cloths off for money while fat truckers oogled them on.

Gamora was inside in a heated negotiation about her entrance with the bouncer. She was wanted to know where the fight area was.

“No fighting,” said the bouncer. He was a massive bald guy with more scars then tattoos, and he quit a few tattoos. Most of his hair wasn’t actually hair but instead some sort of spike, suggesting that he himself was a mutant.

“Then what is this amature night you speak of?”

The bouncer just pointed to the pole at the center of the room: a voluptuous woman was already on the pole completely naked. Her legs were wrapped around it and she was humping the thing like no tomorrow. Her arm strength was really impressive.

The men around the bar were nothing special. Mostly older perverts. But these older perverts had some money to spend and where throwing it at the woman on stage.

“You get to keep all your tips. You get $50 each time you take the stage.” Well that last part was the only good thing about what was going on. The bouncer spotted Alex coming in. “You can go up together if you want.” He sniffed the air around them. “You don’t need to shower… but it wouldn’t hurt.”