The Isle was the most well known strip club in The Ecclesia Square and it was owned by a very rich group of friends.
Owen was the daughter of a very influential family but he wanted to earn her own money. She shared an apartment with a few locals in the area that his father owned so she always took the rent directly to pass on to her dad.
She'd do almost anything for his money, this very much included pole dancing it seems.
Owen slid down the pole slowly, she slid his leg up, hooking it around the metal.
"No one is allowed to pay for a private session tonight, she's coming back upstairs with us," Sausage hissed, watching his most hired stripper dance.
"I am going to do unspeakable things to him," Martyn agreed, knocking back his drink.
The silver haired Nightingale, Sausage didn't care enough to remember their name, approached the stage with a bag of gold.
"Hello there gorgeous, want to buy out a night," Owen's shirt was undone, hanging down her arms.
"Actually, as lovely as that would be, this is from my brother, said it was rent money but this is less awkward than approaching you offstage," Acho shrugged as Owen's dance came to a close.
Owen hopped off the stage, "Oh, you're Scott's brother? Acho yeah?" He smiled.
"Yeah, look we should meet properly but currently two of the owners are currently staring me down," Acho handed off the gold.
"I'll get Scott to give me your contact information," Owen waved goodbye, smiling as he was yanked harshly upstairs.
"Clothes off," Sausage demanded, pressing a button in his pocket.
The small buzzing inside Owen made her let out a high pitched moan, he rushed to take off his clothes fast enough to please the two.
Martyn brought his lips against Sausage's as Owen waited to be told exactly what to do.
"Sit on the bed and do not move an inch until you are told otherwise," Sausage spoke in the direction of the pole dancer.
Owen moved to sit still, keeping her head bowed just like she was taught.
