Matthew was a tad angry at Alfred. Scratch that. Very. Very. Very angry at Alfred. When he invited him along with the rest of their rag-tag team of friends, he assumed it would be a normal bar. Not the one he was at.

Because it was full of strippers.

Scantily clad women pranced about to bluntly sexual, promiscuous music , shaking their 'assets', enticing the men to sit down at the tables, order alcohol, pay for lap dances, throw money around freely, and make fools of themselves. Not exactly a bar that Matthew would frequent.

Not that he'd even enter a bar called 'The Lusty Lady'. But it still sounded more like his kind of bar than the next-door bars, 'Vaginas R Us', 'Chix on Dix', or 'Juicy Lucy's'.

Alfred roughly 'patted' his brother's back, and said something which could be barely heard over the music, then gestured to the barkeep, making a sign with his hands. The barkeep made a similar sign back, and Alfred pointed to Matthew.

Of course Alfred would have been here enough times to work out a signal. Alfred laughed, and pushed Matthew off into one of the more closed off rooms, covered by a cheap, silky, blood-red curtain. "She'll be here in a minute, so hang tight bro!" was all Alfred offered to his confused brother.

The room was circular, with slightly plushy couch wrapping around the small room, which couldn't have been larger than a walk-in closet, with a few small end tables placed about, most likely for drinks, and god knows what else.

The smell of cheap perfume and, more notably, aftershave filled the room, and Matthew could feel a headache coming on. The bright colorful décor of the room wasn't helping. Thin curtains were strung around the wall in garish, sickly shades of reds and pinks, the walls underneath were just as hideously painted.

Matthew couldn't imagine what his brother had stuck him in this room for. Who is this 'she' that will be coming? Then it hit Matthew. Alfred had ordered him a lap dance. That was going to work out just fine, Matthew could tell. Just peachy. Matthew got flustered with fully clothed women, much less ones with no more than a few scraps of clothing, if it could even be described as such.

He heard the curtain rod make a dull, metallic sound as the rings moved across its surface, letting the one that Matthew presumed was the stripper, not like there was anyone else he'd expect.  He finally looked at her, after he heard the curtain pulled closed.

She had (Hair length) (hair color) hair, it looked soft, unlike the other girls' hair, which just looked sort of unhealthy and stringy. She had her back towards him, but he could see she was in no way unattractive. What especially intrigued him was the outfit she wore.

It was a Mountie uniform. Just like those from his homeland of Canada. But with a few changes, of course. The boots were considerably higher, up to her knees, and the shorts were to the middle of her thigh. From what he could see from the back, it appeared the top was open, and she turned around, he found he was correct. It was opened partially to reveal a black, lacy bra.

His face turned red as he realized he was staring, and he made his way up to her face. She had beautiful eyes, a gorgeous shade of (eye color). Which were looking at him intently.

"You're Matthew Williams, correct?" She asked in a voice, which didn't seem at all as he'd expect from any of the other girls just outside the room, applying their 'wares'. He nodded quickly, still very nervous.

She wasted no time in going across the room, maneuvering around, and sitting herself on his lap. He flinched, but she just rubbed one of her hands along his jawline. "Easy there. I can tell this is your first time in a place like 'The Lusty Lady'."

"Y-You can tell?"

She laughed heartily. "Of course I can. You're really nervous. I don't blame you. I was the same way a few weeks ago."

"A few weeks ago? How new are you?"

"Exactly that. A few weeks here. Needed to pay the bills somehow. Too bad it didn't work."

She stopped speaking then, and sat herself so she was facing the Canadian, her legs hanging over either side of his, her hands placed on his chest, pushing him lightly back into the garish red sofa. She took the Mountie hat off of her head, and set it on his, and it fit well, surprisingly.

"Now remember, I can touch you, you can't touch me." She warned before she started.

She stood back up, and did a mixture of slow turns and seductive moves, casting off the boots and shorts, revealing  black lacy panties matching the bra, and Matthew could feel his face grow even more red, and something else grow too.

She did one more turn, and begun facing him. She stood just between his legs, as close to the sofa as she could. She placed her knees in the space between his crotch and the edge of the sofa, and started to gently put a slight pressure against his groin with her knees. Matthew was growing excited and had no idea what to do. She leaned toward him and blew gently into his ear.

Matthew tried to distract himself from the situation, as it was getting increasingly harder to resist any urges he had.

"W-why didn't it work?"

She looked at him, and tilted her head. "Hmm?"

"Why didn't paying the bills work?" He elaborated.

She moved her knee out from his vital regions' general region, and just sat down on his lap. "Well, this is a first," She said, amused. "Normally people wouldn't ask about me." She thought for a second. "I take that back. They ask how much I cost."

Matthew frowned lightly. "Well, I couldn't make enough money to pay my bills on time, so I got my car taken away, and I was evicted from my apartment. But my boss, Marc, has rooms here at 'The Lusty Lady' that us…private dancers can rent, and he just takes a cut from our paycheck. He's not a bad guy, really."

"So, you live here then? Dancing for these guys?" Matthew recapped, adding in his mind that his brother would be one of those men.

"Yeah. It's not that bad. Marc doesn't let any of the guys, you know, have sex with us, that's not what we're hired for, but every once in a while we get one who's drank too much and thinks he has the rights to hit one of the girls. Julie got a shiner a while back from one of the assholes, before Marc could get him out of here."

Matthew sat there in silent disgust. Not at…what was her name?...but at what she had to do. It was a different case if you did this sort of lifestyle because you wanted to, but if it was a last resort, and you had to show your body, and degrade yourself to survive, that was downright horrible.

Forgoing the 'no touch' rule, he reached his arms around her much smaller form, and pulled her into a gentle hug. "W-What-? I said no touching!"

Matthew didn't mind her.

"What's your name?"

"(Name)." She relented.

Matthew stood up, with (Name) still in his arms, and let her go.

"I want you to wait for me. Just hold on for a bit longer, I'll be back in a few weeks. Can you do that?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just answer me (Name)."

"Y-yes, I'll wait for you."

"Good."

On his way out, Matthew paid three times the normal price, and instructed that the extra money went to (Name).

(Story, this is Timeskip, Timeskip, this is Story.)

Matthew slid the empty coffee can out from under his bed, and counted the folded up bills it contained. He counted them twice to make sure he got the right amount. He finally had enough. After working his usual job as a hairstylist, he also did some modeling for the local art classes, maintenance of the local ice rink, and sold some stuff he'd been meaning to sell, he finally made enough to get (Name) out of 'The Lusty Lady'.

He wasted no time in getting to the bar, and asked the bartender for her.

"Oh, (Name)? She's working in room number 4." The bartender said nonchalantly.

"Well," Matthew gritted between his teeth. "Tell them their time is up."

The bartender looked at him, not in the least alarmed. "Hold your horses, they're coming out right now." He told Matthew, and he looked in the direction the bartender looked to, and saw (Name) exiting with some random hick, that Matthew didn't give a damn about.

Once (Name) saw him, her eyes widened, and Matthew smiled.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, shocked.

"I came to get you. I've saved up enough money to take you home with me. What do you say?"

The answer was yes.