The stripper laughed softly, tapping his cigarette onto the ashtray. "Oh honey, you don't need to come in on a weekday for everyone to be all over you, y'know. I'm sure they'd be just as interested no matter when you did."<br/><br/>With a brief, disinterested glance at the newcomer, Isaac pulled a card out of one of his jacket pockets and held it out to Jeff. "The White Swallow, home of the best male exotic dancers in New York. I'm sure you'll be popular." He grinned and dug into the plate of food in front of him with surprising delicacy. Sure, it wasn't super fancy food and this definitely wasn't a super fancy restaurant, but he did have an image to maintain. Especially in front of the little waiter he'd been gently cultivating to eventually spend money in the club.