Ding blinked a few times as she caught her balance. She couldn't remember what she was doing. The last thing she remembered she was visiting Niagara falls. It suddenly came back to her.
"哦，这是对的。 我是脱衣舞娘。" She thought. She was always a stripper named Ding. She used to live in China. Her father died when she was little and her mother sold her off to some greedy American con artist. She somehow escaped and found herself as a homeless Chinese girl in Detroit. Eventually, she was taken in by a low level prostitute, who showed her how to parade her body. She also taught basic English.
Luckily for Ding, she developed a great body, with fairly large tits for an asian with a killer ass. Her face looked like Destiny but asian. Her eyes were slanted and her blond hair was now jet black. She worked all the time in her local strip club and made a lot of cash. She usually worked hard at her job, but wanted to go on vacation. She didn't know why she chose here though, as she didn't care much for nature.
"Eh stupid water. Me no care. Work important." She said in broken English. She threw the camera in her shitty car and went back home. Not only did working pay the bills, but it also had other benefits. Ding, unlike her former form Destiny, loved getting dick in any way, and loved working where she did.
She got to work the next day and started doing her thing. She danced on stage, showed off her tits and ass, gave some lap dances, and occasionally fucked a guy. Later that night when she was going home, she found her bag to be missing. Inside, was the camera. Someone knew had the camera, leaving Danny the agent to be Ding the stripper forever.
But who?