Laughter at the expense of the patrons was a foregone conclusion. God, did they seriously think that any of them stood a chance with any of the girls here? It was beyond ridiculous and well into the ranks of pathetic. Never a night passed without Lotte, and she assumed the other girls too, ending up with at least a dozen phone numbers that she would never, ever call. Eww. Just eww.
In keeping with her playful persona, though, she used her ankle to swing around the pole and stretch back up, ending the swing with her hand holding the cool metal instead of her ankle. She gave a teasing little Betty Boop move, her eyes wide as she blinked and batted her lashes at one of the men close to the bar. Bouncing slightly so she jiggled at the men, she moved so she was standing in front of Laura then turned, her hair fanning out as she moved. Slowly, teasingly, she slid down Laura's body, using her in place of the pole, until her head was suggestively eye level, then tilted her head back to wink up at Laura before bending backwards and laying down with her head at the edge of the stage. The stage wasn't wide, so the men were pretty close. It made her grin even brighter up at her friend, hoping that they'd get the sort of tips she anticipated for this number.