<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Connor is certainly a looker, but you should see his beau."</span></b>Knowing damn well that comment was directed at her (which was her intention), she decided to play it off as if she had no idea she was the focus. Amelie briefly looked around, then gestured towards the center stage were two male dancers were performing. "The blond one." Almost equally as handsome as Connor, the man was more on the slender side, with a few tattoos and an edgier vibe to him.<br/><br/><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Oh yeah?"</span></b>This woman was already head over heels for her and Amelie was soaking up the attention like she would the sun on a warm day. Amelie was debating it, whether she wanted to give Meghan a little show privately, or show off to everyone. The bar was crowded with more males, as the two dancers currently were male.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"I suppose I have to finish my drink before I go get a shirt. There's no rush."</span></b><br/><br/>The crowd around the bar lessened as the dancers switched to one male and one female, attracting both men and women to the stage. Not only that, but there were a few more waitresses and waiters out now, putting people up towards the stage to get more tips. The lights had dimmed further and most people were either at the stage or in the lounge area. The bar was still full, but there weren't as many loiterers. Once Amelie had sucked her drink down, she politely waited for Meghan to finish as well.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc"><b>"Come with me, I haven't taken my break yet and wouldn't mind some company."</b></span>Amelie gave her thanks to her friend behind the bar, then lead Meghan along with a curl of her finger. Getting to the back of the club took almost ten minutes, as she was stopped a few times by admirers, some looking for selfies, some looking for a flirtatious smile. Sensitivity was something she did understand, so she walked the long way around, avoiding the table with the soon-to-be-bride and her party. A large bodyguard stood by the door to the back, but Amelie touched Meghan's shoulder and nodded to him. The man wouldn't be able to hear her over the music if she tried to speak up.<br/><br/>The back hallway looked much like an office hallway, with white walls. There were some pictures, some of Amelie, or of other strippers, in clothes, or void of most. In every picture she was in, she had a bright, genuine smile on her face. Her room was at the end of the hall and had a small sign on it with the name<i>Emi </i>on it.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Here love, feel free to make yourself at home."</span></b>She shut the door behind them, but didn't lock it, as no one in their right mind would barge in on her. The room was small, having a small vanity, a love seat, coffee table and a chair. There was a closet, as well as a dresser. The room was surprisingly neat. The dirtiest thing being her vanity which had some make up stains on it that would never be removed.<br/><br/>The bras she wore for work were a lot more painful and structured than she would normally wear, although they were certainly gorgeous looking. So, she unhooked the front and tossed it on the back of the chair at the vanity.<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff99cc">"Take a seat baby. You want a private show?"</span></b>Amelie gestured towards the love seat.