Izzy
I fix the blonde wig, adjusting it so it feels natural, the soft curls framing my face in a way that makes me look… different. Like someone I’m pretending to be, someone who’s fearless. Following the directions Hailey gave, I make my way backstage, stepping into a world buzzing with energy. Dancers are scattered around, chatting, adjusting their costume, or lack thereof, completely unfazed by their nudity.
Hailey catches sight of me, her expression sharp. “Alright, for this, you stay on stage, dance, strip, and use the pole if you can. Everything comes off, Izzy. If you can’t do that, then you should walk out now.”
I swallow but nod confidently. “I’m fine with stripping.”
A woman lounging nearby laughs, her eyes glinting with amusement. She’s sitting completely naked, comfortable
