"How did it go?" Ivy asked as she saw me return.
"He gave me this," I said, flashing the card in her face. She took it, scanned it briefly and handed it back.
"That means you got picked. I stripped topless, but he still didn't choose me. Did you have to strip?"
"Not at all. He even said my dancing was pathetic, and I'm shocked that he still selected me."
Ivy shrugged her shoulders. "You're lucky then. Madam Betty said he'd compensate all the girls that weren't chosen. We just have to wait until tomorrow to get paid."
We headed towards the reception and picked our jackets. As we exited the club, I wondered if it was because of my yellow lingerie that he picked me.
Ivy had plans to stop at a popular karaoke joint, but me, I just wanted to go home. She felt a bit shocked at first when I told her that I wouldn't be joining her. She eventually brushed off the idea of karaoke and dropped me at my apartment.
