In the back are several small booths, three on each side. At the end of the dressing area is a large mirror. Each room has a curtain in front of it to...shield the shoppers from watching as you change. I selected the one furthest from the store closest to the mirror and proceeded to undress. I wasn't wearing any underwear and the air conditioning in the store felt good on my naked skin, so I decided to just stand and enjoy it for a while. I could see through the small space between the curtain. ”“So be it,” Magus said resigned to see this meeting through to its conclusion. “Before you tell me your problem, we must take care of your payment for my services.”“I’m not here for your services. You see, I don’t have a problem. You do,” Vincent said. It was hard to believe that the pudgy man at the desk wasn’t terrified.“No. You are the one who has a very serious problem,” Magus said.“What problem do I have?” Vincent asked. He rolled his eyes thinking it was about time to go into full. You must learn to stop thinking. You and the staff are one, and you act and react, but you do not think!" Yes Sister." I replied again, feeling embarrassed now."When you begin thinking, you are only distracting your well trained body, and disconnecting your well honed senses and blinding your finely tuned instincts." I know Sister. I am sorry." Of course you are. Do you trust me River Dambro?" With my life Sister!" I answered immediately and with emphasis."Then trust me when I tell you, learn. It was not common with dancers applying in a strip club to dawdle or give a second thought in taking their clothes off, even in the presence of many men. And here I was, only with the manager, yet I had to pull a chair—biding my time, thinking of options...Or so he thought."You've done this before, sweetie pie?" he said, widening his grin, confident of his assumptions, aware of a growing nervous quiver in my flesh. He smiled to himself, already certain I was a good investment—with little.