Sam was roaming the mansion rooms with Blaine and Mistress Brittany when he heard music coming from one of the rooms they first came upon. “Oh, let’s go in here, please?!” After getting permission, they all went in. Sam’s eyes widened at all the glow in the dark decorations, the servant slaves dressed in costumes and serving drinks and food. His eyes longingly rested on a glass of alcohol before he spotted the little stage with a stripper pole, better lit than anything else in the room. A spotlight. “Oohh, wow..” He gravitated toward it before looking at his mistress. “May I?” Once getting approval, he grinned and hopped up on stage, holding his hand down for Blaine. “Come up, Honey Bee. Let’s see if you have any moves.”