I head inside the large building with the booming music. What I am doing here? Simple: I need distractions. Real life is tough, working my ass off for a business that seems to be doing nothing good in this damn world. I walk inside the club, and see women dancing to the music. Strippers. Although, not all take their clothes off. I walk to a random table in front of the stage and eye each and every girl. I have no intention to get one for myself. I am just an observer. I simply need a distraction, not a one night stand with a stripper.

I ask to get a scotch on the rock, and after a while I see a new girl on stage. I immediately notice her. She is different from the others. She isn't showing too much of her body. She comfortably moves her body, dancing in perfect sync with the tune. She is wearing a short black dress that fits her body perfectly and it holds itself around her neck (Check the photo). Her long blond hair swiftly moves around following her every move. She dances like a goddess not like a stripper who is trying to get a man for their money. What is a girl like her doing here? She clearly doesn't belong here. Maybe I can help her. Maybe all she needs is some money to survive.

I get up from my table with the untouched drink, and walk towards the low stage, close to where she is dancing so elegantly. She doesn't glace at me as she rocks her body to the beat. I get near her so she can at least acknowledge my presence. When she finally realizes my eyes are riveted on her, she locks her gaze with mine. She makes her way closer to me and I am able to grab her arm gently, to make sure she is going to listen.

"Would you like to get out of here?" She looks up at my eyes with an uneasy look. I take out my wallet and grab a 50. I give it to her and she smiles softly as she finally nods. Of course money, is the easiest way to get a girl who works here to leave. I show the way out as she follows me closely and I bring her to my car. This feels strange. I have never done anything like this before in my life. I have never felt the need to help someone as much as I do right now. What do I do now? Bring her somewhere and try to make her understand what I want to do? Yes, I hope it won't be too strange, after all, we are complete strangers. We both get in the car and I tell her we are going to a hotel nearby. No further words are spoken as I drive away.