Braydan walked briskly from his car, looking over his shoulder to see if there was anyone he knew around him, looked forward, and continued walking at his brisk pace. A few minutes late, he looked aver his shoulder once more, and opened a small, dank door in front of him; it opened up into a room almost the exact opposite, this one being big and somewhat clean. He looked around. The site of moaning and withering individuals made his pants tighten. Obviously, he was in a strip club.