| * A desicated old man in a ragged sack cloth robe enters. He looks like he's a first timer, though the worn in ash look indicates a history of previous sinning or questionable personal hygene, possibly both. He nudges someone's half finished booze and looks dissappointed that it doesn't exploded, or make him think vividly lewd thoughts. He then notices the male stripper, and appears to brighten somewhat. Here is exactly the sort of depravity that he can look down his nose at and loudly denounce. He notices the bold writing on the business licence "Anything goes, just keep it clean", looks around and then starts enthusiastically cleaning the strippers chromed poles. Notices several eyes staring and nervously feels like some response is required. *
err, carry on? |