She was stuck. Memorized. In awe, to say the least. Only for a moment. She could get lost in the show but only for a moment. It wouldn't be long before someone came looking for her. And she wasn't hard to find. She was always at the same place anytime she couldn't be found. She was at Lace, the Gentlemans club that basically shared a parking lot with the trailer park Emma had grown up in. She would sneak away and find a dark corner and sit for hours if she could. In the beginning it was just the lights and the glitter and they neon outfits that caught her attention. But as the time went on and Emma slowly began growing up she began to see the way these women had these men basically rapped around their finger.
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