Sterrin worked the room, flirting and throwing around the word "handsome" like she had a copyright on it. After she'd settled sideways into the lap of a gentleman in his seventies and suitably mussed his hair with his fingertips, she left him blushing and headed toward the back, the waist of her panties full of green bills in various amounts.
She had another show to do later, but for now she networked until it was her turn again. She changed into the pink babydoll dress that covered just enough, but not so much as to distinguish her as anything other than what she was. She paused at the big man and smiled.