A month ago, I ended up so sick that I slept for two days straight. When I woke up, I was fired from my job, behind in my classes and there was an obscene amount of money in my bank account that I couldn’t account for.
I need to get away from my volatile father, but I’m too scared to touch the money. With my luck as soon as I’ve spent it the real owner will come looking and I’ll have no way to pay it back.
When all the usual employment avenues strike out, desperation sends me to a strip club. Not as a dancer, although I’m not sure I’d turn that down at this point, but as a bartender. And… I actually love it!
Until I’m attacked on my way home one night and dragged into a dark alley.