I figured I'd talk a bit about the Red Garden since I'm kinda using this blog for advertising anyway. We're a pretty tight-knit group here, and I guess it's best to visualize all the workers as a sorta hierarchy.
At the top, of course, is Mary. She owns the place. She's real fucking busy though, so we don't see her that much.
Below her is Anemone, Rose, Iris, and Poppy. Anemone is head of security, she hires all the bouncers and makes sure they're doing their job. Rose is house manager, she just keeps everyone on their toes and productive. She's also the one that dragged me into this fucking mess. Iris is head bartender, like Anemone with security, she hires the bartenders and waitresses and makes sure they do their jobs right. Poppy is the choreographer. She chooses the dancers and makes sure they're looking their best.
After that comes me, Jasmine, Sakura, and Lily. We're all dancers except for Jasmine, who's one of the bartenders. We're also the best dancers in the house and charge the most.
Below us is Petunia, Bella, and Baby. Bella and Baby are the other two dancers. They're relatively new so they're still learning how to take their clothes off right. Mainly, they stick to the stage. Petunia is another bartender. She's also pretty new, and she's shadowing Jasmine and Iris to figure out what the fuck is going on behind the bar (I honestly have no idea).
Other than that there's a whole fucking slew of other temp and seasonal workers we'll hire on. We hire a random DJ for a couple of nights, but we've never really stuck to one. Waitresses come and go like the weather. I think most of them can't handle the constant harassment that inevitably comes with the job. The only fairly regular worker we get outside of our main group is Lance. He's one of the bouncers, and probably the closest thing Anemone's ever gonna get to a friend (she'll deny it to the day she dies, though). He's a nice guy. Built like a tank, and gayer than a rainbow-shitting unicorn.
Now, I get questions about what people should do when they come to a strip club all the time. It's really very simple: don't be a dick. As I've said before, harassment is fucking Bad. Capital B. Keep your hands to yourself unless the dancer specifically says otherwise (which she probably won't do). The bouncers are there to keep an eye out for that, and they will kick you out if you're making a fucking nuisance of yourself.
Keep in mind that we're working. Sorry to say, but we don't actually give a fuck about you. You want some of our time? Buy a lap dance or get us a drink. You like what you see? Give us a tip. If you wanna whine about your life, hire a therapist, that's their job.
There's a lot of rumors about the back room. I don't know how other clubs do it, but it does exist in the Red Garden, and it is possible to get back there. It's VIPs only, though. How do you become a VIP? Well, you either wait until you're invited back by one of the girls or you talk to Rose and she'll think about it. Either way, you're not getting in without a really good track record.
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