Christmas in the Heir (A Locktime Holiday Original)
When you arrive a bit early at the bar, it seems like a normal enough place, though you can hear deep, distorted bass lines coming from the other side of one of the walls.
The bartender is an older woman, and, inexplicably, scantily clad.
The bar is mostly empty, except for a wasted older man passed out at the edge of the bar.
You sit down, wondering how prompt Max will be.
"Are you here to see Maxa?" the bartender asks as you take your jacket off.
"Um, yeah. How'd you know?"
"She told me a hot guy from out of town was meeting her here. She's in the club. Through the black door over there."
You get up, and start putting things together in your mind.
Club? North Pole? Half-naked bartender?
Oh no.
Your worst fears are confirmed when you open the door to "the club."
This is a strip club.
You wince at the thought of hot women in various stages of undress. A strip club in this town must be on a whole other level.