Madalena went on stage, clad in angel wings this time as it seemed to be something that Sypher gave her wherever she went. Luckily she only had to wear them onstage, as giving a lapdance in the big, intricately constructed feathers would've been a huge pain in the ass.
When she was done, she had to spend some time working the crowds and giving out lap dances. It'd gotten far too easy to smile in the face of comments like "Those nipples need sucked," and "how much for you to sit on my face?" This job had made her hate men, or had at least finished off what Sypher had started. That was, until Jameson came along.
She found him when it was a good time for her to take a break, and tapped him on his shoulder as she walked by. Since only one girl was allowed to take a break at a time, she knew there wouldn't be anyone in the dressing rooms. Hoping he'd follow, she walked in and sat on the edge of her vanity, waiting.