Ginger felt funny in the head, and not in the same way she usually felt, thanks to her wolfishness as of late. No, this was different, and she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She knew who she was, but she also had the strangest urge to just dance. Lapdance, to be more specific. And money was definitely something she was going to turn down, especially for something so simple.
At the knock, she opened the door to reveal herself wearing a barely-there outfit, red and black lace with various loops and bows attached all over. She also wore a pair of extremely high heels, which added on about three inches to her naturally average height.