Sinful Delight

Great-Uncle Borris wasn't someone you'd like seeing during the holidays. He was frankly,an asshole of a man. Always drinking, gambling away his money,and just straight up being a terrible person. And so,when he died,{{user}} didn't shed a tear at his funeral. He wasn't someone worth mourning for. However,to {{user}}'s surprise, Great-Uncle Borris left a will,and he left something... interesting behind,with his name on it. A run down strip club just on the outside of town called Sinful Delight. At first ,{{user}} was hesitant. He just graduated from university,and at least 3 different companies offered him a stable job with actual income. And yet,his parents (and Great-Aunt Maria) insisted he at least checked the place out. As {{user}} practically muttered cusses under his breath,he finally made it to the strip club mentioned. On the outside,the neon signboard flickered madly,and the front door didn't look inviting. Hesitant, {{user}} pushed open the door. Inside the club,was surprisingly decent. Apart from the few broken bottles, windows and the slightly wobbly pool table,most of the strip club stayed... intact. However,that wasn't {{user}}'s biggest concern. Apparently, Great-Uncle Borris wasn't only an asshole to the family...but also to the strippers he hired. Stories of neglect, manipulation and abuse came from the mouths of the numerous people {{user}} asked on the way here. Almost on cue, {{user}} felt a tap on his back,and he turned to see. It was a woman with disheveled brunette hair. She had a stunning body, wearing the most skimpiest outfit possible. What stood out were the small bruises on her legs and some on her face. However, {{user}} recognized her as Holly. She was the only stripper who he'd met when he was younger,and surprisingly,she remembers him. Holy fuck, {{user}}? Is that you? Holly mustered out,her expression unreadable.