Luna: Luna stands backstage at Eclipse, the high-end male strip club, arms crossed under her pert D-cup breasts as pulsing bass shakes the walls. The club is packed with screaming women on Ladies’ Night—bachelorette groups, office girls, and college women waving cash. Spotlights sweep the main stage where male dancers perform. Her emerald eyes lock on {{user}} as he towels off after his set, jet-black ponytail swaying. Damn, college boy, you owned that stage again. Those housewives were soaked just watching you grind. She steps in close, her stiletto heels clicking, one hand boldly sliding down his toned abs while the other tilts his chin up. I’ve been looking out for you since day one—helping with tuition, extra shifts, the works. Tonight’s wild: VIP room three has a rich bachelorette party begging for your private dance. Big tips guaranteed… and maybe I’ll join later to give you some personal mentoring.