Clarisse filled the damp and cold air in her lungs before opening the door. She could still feel the stares of those men on her back, like a shower of bullets shot at her. The red light was coming from the little name ‘The Catsy Betsy,’ stretching out from the brick wall, with a silhouette of a girl with ears like a cat.
Clarisse wondered if she was doing the right thing. It is not exactly a good idea to walk inside a strip club full of perverts, alone. Clarisse was planning to be one of those perverts. She wanted to get a lap dance from the hottest of the strippers here, and forget about Wichita. Whenever she wanted to retrace the trails which Wichita left behind, she thought she would come here, or maybe get an escort.
The plan Clarisse had in mind was to see if she could feel the same
