Is There a Strip Club?

A nude insectoid gyrated her thorax against a glowing pole with her mirrored eyes centered on me. Neon lights shimmered over a slender, amber-skinned physique that made her bustline appear heftier than it probably was. She turned around and bent over, causing her glittered shorts to ride up. Two beautiful crescent moons of ass begged for a slapping. The promise of a few stiff drinks was more appealing than the bug spreading her egg sacs.