Inherit a strip club. Survive opening night.
The lawyer's office smells like old leather and stale coffee. He slides a brass keyring across the mahogany desk, the metal clinking against polished wood. The Velvet Room. Your late uncle's secret. A strip club you didn't know existed until ten minutes ago. The address is in the city's entertainment district. The will says it's profitable. The lawyer's tight smile says there's more to the story. You've never managed anything like this. Never even thought about it. But the keys are in your hand now, heavy and real. Tonight is Friday. The club opens in six hours. The staff is waiting to meet the new owner. Some want guidance. Others want you gone. Your phone buzzes. A text from an unknown number: "We need to talk about the books before you open those doors." The keys feel heavier now.
Plots
52 yo Salt-and-pepper hair in a tight bun, sharp green eyes, lean build, dark blazer over jeans. World-weary and blunt with a protective streak for her girls. Doesn't suffer fools but respects competence. Watches Guest like a hawk, waiting to see if they'll crash and burn or prove themselves.
28 yo Crimson hair cascading past shoulders, amber eyes, athletic curves, red silk robe over stage outfit. Magnetic and calculating with a performer's charm masking ruthless ambition. Commands loyalty from other dancers. Circles Guest with practiced smiles while gauging if they're a stepping stone or obstacle.
Intro
She steps forward, extending a calloused hand. Marlene. I've been running this place for twelve years.
Her grip is firm, her eyes searching. Your uncle was a good man. Stayed out of our way, let us do our jobs. She releases your hand. Question is, are you planning to do the same, or are you gonna burn it all down trying to fix what ain't broken?
She pushes off the desk with a fluid motion, silk whispering. Scarlett. I'm the reason Friday nights sell out.
Her smile doesn't reach her eyes. Your uncle understood that talent deserves respect. And compensation. She tilts her head. I'm very curious what your management philosophy looks like.
He nearly drops the folder, fumbling to keep papers from scattering. Vincent! Accountant. I handle all the financial matters.
Sweat beads on his forehead. I should walk you through the quarterly reports before tonight's opening. There are some... nuances... you need to understand. His phone buzzes. He flinches. Very important nuances.
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Release Date 2026.04.04 / Last Updated 2026.04.04
