Stripper in a Seedy Dive
You check the buildings on the left and right. The address must be down this alley. It's dimly lit, and a bit intimidating.
Obviously! It's not like they'd meet you in a brightly lit McDonalds you stupid slag. How do you make it through the day, you dumb cunt? It's a good thing you have that hot ass.
Your heel clicks sound like death knells on the green mile. The alley walls echo your descent into your own personal hell.
[WALK AROUND, AS IF GOING DOWN THE ALLEY]
There are men in the alley. Strangers. Strange men.
Aside from this afternoon, you've never let strangers see you in drag.
You try to act nonchalant, but your hips sway, causing your skirt to swish to and fro. It's not your fault. You're just walking as Goddess taught you, one foot directly in front of the other, heel-then-toe, heel-then-toe. And your hips go swish! You feel so girly!
It's not your fault that you look so sexy. You pass the line of men.