@playerartemis gets a starter
Padme wasn’t hard to find that night: she was the one at the very front of the round stage, clapping loudly as the stripper on the pole did an elaborate flip. Padme threw coins onto the floor, cheering and shouting out compliments, which was making several of the other customers--mostly straight men--give her strange looks. But why should she care: this woman was slaying the pole--even Olympic gymnasts weren’t surely this talented.
Then she noticed a familiar face between the pole dancer’s legs--a woman she remembered from Valentine’s, who was standing on the other side of the club, ordering a drink. “Aretemis! Aretemis!” Padme waved her hands above her head excitedly, gesturing for the other girl to come close. “Hey, Artemis! Over here!”
