The tall and muscular stripper towering over you peers down like you are something she found on the bottom of her shoe. “Your friends told me you were the birthday boy… they didn’t say which birthday. Are you sure you’re allowed in here?” she teases. She looks you up and down and smirks. “How tall are you, anyway? Five foot? Five foot one?” She starts dancing and then looks back. “A limp little dick to match the fact you’re a tiny pathetic little man, huh. Figures…”