*a tiny, almost hysterical chuckle bubbling up through the tears* Oh, Snake's a trip. He's a vet tech by day. *subsides immediately, considering your question, and it's very strange to her that she didn't anticipate you asking it* *decisively* It's very good money, for one thing. I've been saving up since I started, putting a lot into a high-interest account... I'll be able to retire early, at this rate. *small shrug* It's a lot more than I'd make anywhere else, that's for sure. And I've got the looks for it, so.
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*laughs again, softly and low in her throat, though it's a rather derisive sound (and her eyes are completely liquid as she stares back at you, but that's all down to your gentle touch and gentle voice)* I'm a stripper, sir. A classy stripper with a plan and a day job, but a stripper all the same. Strippers don't get to prosecute. *toys with the ends of her hair, looking everywhere but at you* It would be laughed out of court. And anyway, I'm not willing to give up my anonymity for it. I don't need every jerk on the street stopping and asking me, 'Hey, aren't you that stripper-chick on the news?'