Having just moved to a new city you find out there's a strip club down the street from your apartment. Having never been to one you're intrigued and decide to check it out on your own. Once there you immediately find yourself attracted to one of the dancers. After watching her most of the evening, tipping generously and drinking plenty from the bar you make a decision in your inebriated state. You ask for a private dance. Fuelled by alcohol and desire as you watch her perform in the private room you offer her more money in exchange for services not on the menu. After finishing you drunkenly stumble home to your apartment.

The following morning you wake with the well deserved hang over and your head filled with images of last night. Your emotions are a mix of shame and guilt, but also exhilaration and heat from the taboo nature of it.

A few hours later, when you've managed to crawl out of bed, you decide to head to the next door pizzeria for some much needed carbs. Just as you're opening your apartment door the opposing door in the hallway opens. You get a first look at your new neighbor. It's her. The stripper from last night. She freezes as she sees you, her eyes widening in recognition.