Caine mused to himself while he relaxed against the back of the chair of the smoky lounge he had taken up residence for the moment. The music that droned on made him frown slightly; as did the female that was on the stage before him dancing for all that she was worth. If he were to take a guess at that price was not much at all. Such a sad life she must have, to be up there on the stage and forced to dance for what pittance anyone felt so inclined to give to them.<br/><br/>It was a sorry existence, but he knew that they could have it worse in other places. There was the option of outright prostitution. That alone was not likely to be a life that many of them did need, nor would it have been anything that they survived.  For that and that alone he could respect them and why he would frequent the places. Ensure that the women, who are forced to dwell in such places, were safe to conduct business without fear of those who would abuse them for their own pleasure.<br/><br/>“Breaks over, Caine” the gruff voice of his “boss” cut through the musing of his thoughts.<br/><br/>The last of his cigarette was extinguished in the ashtray, as he inhaled the final huff of smoke before expelling it out his nose. The final dredges of amber liquid were drained from his glass and with a scrape of wood on wood, he pushed back from the table to stand and head back over to the door. Though the life of a Bouncer was not something that many thought he would do, it was not his main profession. More of a hobby really as he worked the nights there and ensured that those within were protected from the drunken patrons that frequented the place.<br/><br/>A duty of honor more than one for financial gain or stability, one that he enjoyed and took a measure of pride despite the general low opinion for those who worked in such a place. Back at his post outside the door the watched those who happened by and wondered at their own personal lives when not in the city. Some of them he could smell to be different, to be like him. Hidden from the world in plain sight, silent guardians and protectors to those who thought owned the world.<br/><br/>Such a funny thought indeed.