Jack was doing what she did best: helping the older dogs get their minds off of the bad and teasing the pups. She knew that she didn't look like much, but she was the best Sugar Valley had to offer... for the right price, of course. And once again, she was glad that she kept her hair short, the desert air was bad enough without sweat drenched hair in the way. With a coy smile on her face, she did what most strippers can only think of doing without a pole. Sadly, only a few paid attention, their eyes either on the stuff Mr. Candyman brought, or the new fish. A redheaded girl, a girl with a killer's look, and a... trans? What the fucking hell was a trans doing in a place like here?<br/><br/>Jack knew that the one who won the white powder would come up to her after the game, its what always happened. It was trandition.