"Ooh, this'll be fun," the girl says, reading the file. "You're gonna be a stripper."
"Oh come on, I have to perform for men?" you grumble, crossing your arms.
"Oh, but there's much more to it than that," the girl says. "The Sappho strippers are special, their shows involve bringing in women from the audience at the bar. Think about it, before they are fully transformed into Sapphos, they will have infected their boyfriends, husbands, or anyone else that came along with them."
"Okay, but I still don't like it," you say.
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"Come on Rachel, don't be such a baby," one of your fellow strippers, a girl named Tammy says, giggling as she rubs against your body. "They'll want a show, and the boss wants a new Sappho, lets give them what they want."
"Oh all right," you say, looking down at the tiny outfit that barely holds in your curves. "Lets just do this and get it over with."
You step out on the stage with your sisters, and your act begins, looking around the crowd for a woman to bring into the sisterhood.