It had been a slow night. The remnants of people populating the man known as Queen's garden didn't come close to comparing to the crowd that had been drawn by the blonde girl and her masochistic masturbation show. It had been a few days since then, and the populace had dropped dramatically with each subsequent night. When questioned, repeatedly, Queen responded that his golden top-runner required a few days to recharge, considering the fact that he had found her later that night, lying down in a secluded corner, mostly naked, thoroughly soaked in her own fluids, and reeling from what he could only guess was an extensive and isolated pleasure session that had followed her stage performance.

"Security footage goes out to the highest bidder. We cleared it. She has her own video for whatever reason, but I think that's staying between her and whatever god or goddess she's attracted too."

The dregs of customers hummed listfully as they occasionally tossed out bills to the decidedly older and decidedly less attractive dancers of Club Wonderland. There were no comparisons to the amounts earned by the touted line up. Regardless, drinks clinked, chatter continued, and a low drum of upbeat techno music played as the club approached closing time. A loud buzz silenced the light conversations before the Voice of Wonderland started.

"Last calls, everyone! I love y'all, but a man needs sleep. We start shutting down in ten–" Queen managed to get out before a loud slam cut him off. The eyes of everyone in the room were drawn to the front door, which had just been blown open.

In stepped a triumphant, if short, woman with equally short orange hair. Even the people at the other end of the club could see the beaming grin she wore to complement her violently pink blouse and comparatively subtle white pants. As she paraded into the building with a heavy bounce in her step, a man in green was dragged in with her, clearly unwillingly and attempting to murmur something to his compatriot. Unknowing, unwilling, or simply uncaring, the girl strode to a table for two, tossed her friend in one seat, then grabbed the other for herself before excitedly rambling on incoherently while staring at a drink menu.

"Uhh..." stammered Queen over the mike, caught severely off guard. "We close in ten... One last farewell present for y'all..." His voice sounded almost like a question. All eyes remained on the pair, even as the lights dimmed.

A relatively nondescript brunette that carried too much in years covered for it with a long white dress shirt, squared glasses, a loose tie, and heels as she began strutting down the catwalk. The babbling girl continued gathering stares as she rambled to her partner. Meanwhile, he himself turned his head, eyed the stage and the stripper clicking her way towards him, put two and two together and realized that he had been literally dragged into a strip club, and similarly realized that his pseudo-kidnapper didn't realize what her location was, nor the implications of it. The green clad man looked uncomfortable to the extreme, but this was ignored by the bubbly ginger as she continued talking without pause. In between coughs and calls, the man looked around, trying to apologize to the other patrons with his gaze.

The brunette drew towards the end of the catwalk and embraced the main stage. Realizing she wasn't the center of attention, even considering the spotlight on her, she made a few loud clicks of her high heels in a vain attempt to draw eyes. Realizing the futility of her actions, she dejectedly looked at the ground. She eyed the source of confusion and the melancholic partner accompanying her, his head now laying in his hands. Seizing any opportunity to get any extra tips, she pulled off her tie and tossed it at the loudmouth sitting feet from her. Black silk drifted down and touched the girl's hair, cutting her off mid sentence. Immediately, she stopped speaking and gazed at her soft attacker with gleaming eyes. Her face began darting between the scantily clad brunette and the bright red face of her partner, who was trying his hardest not to look at the stripper.

Almost too dramatically, she positioned herself with head resting on hands, silently staring at the woman on stage with an unblinking, piercing gaze with undivided attention. The rest of the club, sans the man in green actively avoiding looking at the stage, finally noticed the brunette evoking a secretary fantasy and drew their eyes towards the stage.

The brunette gleamed, eying the crowd and starting her routine. It didn't take long for her to spiral around the six poles littered around the stage and wind up front and center. Forcibly positioning herself in a way that displayed her worn but worthy body, she began knocking buttons loose, tearing at her seams as she moved down her shirt. Her collar turned to cleavage turned to bare skin as she ripped the last button off, revealing a matching pair of excessively lacy panties and bra.

As the brunette shimmied out of her now jacket with a few flourishes, the ginger tore her eyes away from her and began staring at her seat mate, still refusing to look. Her mouth began again, quickly overpowering the low music and once again drawing eyes. The man in green looked up, stared her in the eyes, then began shaking his head vigorously as the face of his partner turned into a glowing smile. She rose from her seat, kicking it aside to extreme protests from the man and the general confusion from the rest of the club. Ignoring her friend, she ran full speed to the divider separating audience from stage, cleared it, then hopped up onto center stage next to a slightly unsettled and angry brunette in lingerie. The music stopped, and the spotlights refused to move as the ginger took a dramatic pose pointing to the sky. The intercoms flared up once more.

"Uhh... Well this is unprecedented. Someone want to–"

With all eyes on her, the girl raised her pink blouse over her head and tossed into into the air, revealing a very conservative, very vibrant, very not-sexual looking sports bra, silencing the man on the speaker mid sentence.

"You know what? I'll allow it."

The girl's partner once again buried his head in his hands as he burned red. The girl began dancing, but not in the typical fashion that was expected in this club, but as one would do at a party or less adult oriented venue. Her high energy and... overall cuteness captured the crowd far harder than the brunette had, even considering she was still standing there, underwear clad and frowning. Realizing that she had been replaced, she retreated offstage with a defeated expression. The unorthodox routine of the new girl came with confusion at first, but soon turned into excited cheers and a steady flow of bills. The music, which had been restarted with a high energy tempo, beat on for several minutes past the proposed ten minute mark, but soon slowed to the disappointed groans of the girl on stage more than those of those watching. The beat was once again replaced by the buzzing of Queen's voice.

"Sorry, loves. We're long past closing, plus it appears I now have to deal with some contract shenanigans. I would say come back sooner rather than later."

All of the lights came on, bathing the club in their glow. People finished their drinks, waved to the girl on stage that responded all too eagerly, and then patted the back of the man in green, face planted firmly in the table in front of him. As the club emptied, the girl hopped back over to her partner and began babbling once more, only stopping after a tall man in a mostly unbuttoned bright red dress shirt, jet black dress pants, and a black hat marked with a heart playing card marched his way toward them, clapping as he strode forward from the back offices. His smile was filled with lecherous intent, but this wasn't apparent to the ginger nor her face down partner.

"Hello, hello! My name is Victor Queen, and I'd like to offer this lovely woman a job..."

The man handed the girl her blouse, and negotiations began. There were several groans from the man in green that were quickly overtaken by the pair speaking.

While still not anywhere close to capacity, artificially inflated seats or otherwise, Wonderland was abuzz with chatter late into the new night. The strange events that had previously transpired had drawn several repeat customers, and a small but noticeable slew of newcomers. The man in green was sitting in a corner, trying not to make eye contact with anyone and had several empty glasses near him already. As they always had, the intercoms bared at a familiar hour.

"As some of you may know, we recently had an... intrusion of sorts. Luckily this event turned out positive for everyone and didn't require an ax to deal with. She gets paid, I get paid, and you all get to sit back and potentially shoot someone while drunk. You'll figure that out when she gives the signal. Speaking of," Queen started with a muffled snap that barely managed to be recognizable over the intercom.

As always, the lights turned off with the end of his scum laden spiel. Spotlights gathered towards the far end of the catwalk, curtains blocking the main show.

"And I totally wasn't lying about the shooting thing. She's high energy and let's just say she requires an equally high energy from you guys. And now, without further ado, let's all welcome the result of poor planning and a lack of situational awareness turned job opportunities."

Nora Valkyrie still had very little idea of what she had signed up for. She thought of her new job as an excuse to dance, party, and overall throw her energy around a room, essentially unaware of her ability and the point to arouse the patrons. She felt excited, but not in the ways as any of the previous girls. Queen had noticed this shortly after giving her her blouse.

"You're... Different. Yeah. Let's go with that. You're a far cry from my usual hires, but I feel like mixing it up might just be what the world needs."

Nora had responded by excitedly telling Ren about her compliment. He groaned, as he had the entirety of the night in response to every stimuli. Everything of higher cognitive function had been immediately silenced by Nora's babbling. Queen took note of this.

"Assuming your friend would like you to enjoy yourself, I would recommend returning here, going up on stage with my permission, and getting paid for it. But only if your friend wants you to make money having fun."

Nora wouldn't take no for an answer; she wanted to have a good time and share it with everyone. Getting paid for her efforts was secondary. Ren eventually seceded, arguing for a better contracting pay once he realized there was no changing her mind.

"Only because she's worth it, huh my little green friend?"

The deep maroon curtains rustled in the spotlights. And continued rustling. And continued further for several minutes while the music kept starting up only to stop when the dancer failed to appear, almost sounding like someone getting cut off repeatedly. Eventually, the heavy cloth was thrown aside with a powerful dragging motion; the figure of the hyperactive ginger girl angrily recovered from her minor outburst into a glorified pose with arms in the air, screaming to the audience to look at her. The music started again and stayed going, a mile a minute beat matching the bobbing of the girl prancing her way downstage. A thin and flowing black jacket with long, gracefully swaying sleeves covered a tight white shirt with a heart-shaped hole that reveal light amounts of cream colored cleavage. A multicolored blue and red corset lined with metal framed her breasts, perking them up to match her upbeat attitude. A long pink skirt rippled magnificently as she bounced forward in matching pink slip on shoes. While her predecessors had had a time making the audience wait with a very slow and methodical start, the woman on stage nearly outpaced the spotlights as she began sprinting forward in a manner resembling a track runner.

"YES! TIME TO GO!"

The blur of a woman sped down the catwalk, approaching the main stage in seconds. With a dramatic flip, Nora revealed a large, silver object that quickly morphed into a large hammer that she smashed into the ground with a powerful quake that shook the room. As the business end met the floor, the woman wielding it was thrusted into the air, holding her position upside down as the weapon turned into a makeshift pillar. She managed to suspend herself, arms gripping the hammer's pole as it stopped at a delicate 90 degree angle on the floor. Completely ignoring her precarious position, the girl made an audible gasp as she noticed her skirt start to fall. With one arm stilling holding her upside down position, she attempted to hold the pink cloth in place before the imbalance caused her to topple onto the ground, hammer following her as it was dragged down. For slightly too long, the girl lay in a heap on the ground.

"Ow. That hurt," Nora whined, rubbing the quickly forming bump on her head. "BUT I AIN'T EVEN GOTTEN STARTED YET!"

Just as the crowd was beginning to worry, Nora exploded off the floor; her diminutive form burst upward into a triumphant pose almost instantaneously. Her arm pointed towards the sky as her black jacket fluttered off of her, torn off faster than anyone had perceived. She grabbed her hammer, shrunk it down to a more manageable size, holstered it on her back, then excitedly waved at Ren, who had turned at the sound of the crash. He nervously waved back before retreating once more into his drink. Satisfied, the girl on stage began dancing as she had in her takeover, again as one would do in a party club. There was no real sensuality, defined grace, or overall sexuality to her fast movements, but Nora's hips swung side to side, her arms flailed as gracefully as one would expect, and her rhythm was immaculate. As the music sped up, she responded with more intensity, and eventually did away her multicolored corset, leaving her in the white shirt, revealing the majority of her stomach.

"Everybody, c'mon!" Nora threw both of her arms forward and began repeatedly raising them, attempting to amp up the crowd. A few sporadic patrons pumped their arms in response, but overall everyone just had a smile on their face, lecherous or otherwise.

As the music reached its head, a final tone rung out, accompanied by the girl stopping and pointing dramatically towards the crowd at large, face beaming with a smile. Nora's position rang out with defined power and motive, but nothing occurred in response. The club was left in a state of confusion, albeit in an overall pleasant mood. It had become quiet, and remained that way until the intercoms came up again.

"...When I said, 'Give them a signal,' I didn't mean just point, love," Queen started,somewhere in between confused and annoyed. "That isn't informative in the slightest. Front row, check under your seats. If it turns out I like you, fire away. It's good, I swear."

"Whoops."

The ginger's pose held strong, but Nora's face noticeably dropped as her face reddened. Sounds of rustling from the rows closest to her broke her out of her trance as the people at the tables reached beneath their chairs. Between groans about gum, some of the customers excitedly popped back up holding a small black something or other. The girl on stage turned her back to the audience, removed her weapon from between her shoulders and pointed square at her back, flashing a sideways grin that was almost audible. The half dozen audience members that had them took aim with their gifts, focusing in at the girl on stage.

"Fire away, everyone!"

With several sequential clicks, thumps and moans, the bolts of the tasers were loosed toward the girl at center stage. Most found their mark, hooking themselves lightly into the girl with just enough force to stay lodged in her remaining clothes, the rest bouncing off of her exposed legs, stomach and arms as she mewled at the taps. Four sets of wires traced a path between the girl and those that had fired at her, held at various points in her skirt and shirt. Once again, she raised her arm to the sky and placed the other on her hip. After a few tense seconds, she threw her arm down to a shower of applause, bills and clicks.

"And... Now!"

The combined noise of buzzing electricity eventually drowned out the cheers as they continued for as long as it could. While the transfer of energy was abundantly clear, Nora didn't writhe in pain or loss of control, but instead reveled in pleasure and triumph as four tasers worth of electricity poured into her. She turned to face the crowd, grin bigger than ever and eyes looking like they could take on the world, the strength gathered through her Semblance almost palpable to any and all that viewed her. The hooks clinging to her twisted as she moved, only to be removed with a grand flourish along with the clothes they were attached to; as if the only rational method of removing the hooks was to remove what they were hooked on, the ginger tore her shirt off, revealing a relatively conservative pink sports bra decorated with hearts and an even bigger heart shaped hole for her cleavage. Her skirt shortly followed, floating off to reveal a matching pair of short shorts with an almost comically large bow on the center.

"I feel like I could break EVERYTHING!" Nora thought, feeling elated at the energy pulsing through her body. "But I don't need to do that. LET'S DANCE!"

Spurred on by the cheers, Nora's already high energy increased exponentially, moving, shaking and dancing with a tactile force behind every movement. She began doing even more dramatic movements, spinning and kicking as she flipped through the stage. She grabbed the front center pole and swung from it like a sidebar, holding up her entire body as she excised her gymnastic talents. With a powerful thud, she landed on the floor and back flipped several times before once again brandishing her hammer in its complete form. She held it behind her with both arms fully outstretched, wielding it like an artistic staff as it spun in wide arcs to complement her own movements. She once again attempted to swing it upwards into a pole once more, accentuating its displacement with a spiral. As her body swung in circles, she twirled into a perfectly balanced stance that held herself and the hammer in a perfect 90 degree angle that maintained as if it were a solid structure. She maintained her position this time around, staying until she felt the routine come to an end.

"Nailed it."

The music flared and finished as the long hilt of the hammer folded together, Nora gracefully being lowered into a complete crouch, spotlights highlighting the joy and fun embedded throughout her body. Her sheer mood and the strength of her personality shined throughout the club, lifting the spirits of everyone inside, even that of Ren, who beamed with pride and clapped at the perfect display of a decidedly wholesome strip show. The ginger turned and noticed his enthusiasm, and to the surprise and shock of the audience responded by once again stretching out her hammer, straddling it, then firing an explosive shot towards the backstage. The hearty round contacted and created a small crater in the dividing wall separating the catwalk and tables, miscellaneous shrapnel being narrowly avoided by a few guests. The girl was sent flying across the room, riding her weapon like a sky-sailing raft over the heads of gaping patrons. With the grace and step of a thunderstorm, she landed before the man in green, literally lifted him out of his seat without a single ounce of effort, and excitedly bounced up and down, holding him like doll as she cheered for herself. He couldn't even attempt to stop her as the crowd returned to cheering and clapping. It took ages before the excitement ceased from any of the patrons, but eventually the girl and her likely unwilling partner were led backstage by a disgruntled man in a red dress shirt, leaving the crowd to disperse.

And thus ended the fifth night of Club Wonderland's new line up of dancers.