Maybe when you were Bryan Cobb, heading to that con would have been the obvious choice. But right now, all you can think about with that option is how it isn't guaranteed, and even if it is, how much faster and more painless working at the 'restaurant' would be. With that in mind, you stroll out of the apartment and down the street to your best money-making idea. Now, despite mentally calling it a 'restaurant', you can't really deny what it is, namely, a strip club. Sure, they serve food, but it wasn't exactly someplace for a family to go eat.
Blushing a little from the looks your outfit is getting you, you enter Centerfolds and approach a woman working at the bar, doing your best not to look at the half-naked woman dancing on-stage right now. You ask about getting a job, and the woman looks you over and smiles. "My name's Jules, and yeah, I think you could definitely work here. Hell, you already look like a stripper. Would you want to do that, or serve guys their food and drinks at the stage? Stripping pays more, but it's not as easy as it might look." Neither option immediately strikes you as a great one. Stripping would be faster, but you'd also be taking off your clothes so guys can look at you. But if all they did was look, that wouldn't be too bad, would it?
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