It doesn't take you long for you to make up your mind. "I don't mind getting on-stage. Would it be possible to do a show tonight?" After all, you need that money as quickly as you can get it.
The bartender gives you a smile much warmer than you would have expected from here. "Sure thing, just get backstage by 5:30. They'll have you on the schedule, so they can help you prepare your clothing and make-up." You're thankful for that. The more Nami-like thoughts in your head help, but you don't know if they'd be good enough to take care of those parts of your appearance. "Of course, if you want, you can wait here in the meantime, maybe watch the other performers to get a good idea of what's expected of you."
It doesn't take a lot of thinking for you to decide what you're going to do. After all, you've never danced much before, and being sexy on-stage? Well, actually, you're pretty amazing at being sexy in general, aren't you? But still, seeing how the pros do it will give you a firmer place to start. So, you walk over to an unoccupied table, of which their are many at this time of day, and you watch the show. If you still were a guy, you're sure these dancing women, strutting their stuff and disrobing for everyone to see, would be turning you on like crazy. But it seems as Nami that's doing nothing for you, as all you can really do is appreciate the craft they're doing on a technical level, and observe their bodies as technically attractive, with no reaction to your own sex drive.
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