A dancer walks into a bar. No, this isn't the start of some lame joke. It's me. I'm the dancer. I'm on the verge of losing my flat, my spot at uni and the ability to feed myself. So, why not give in and start working as a new dancer at The Red Stilleto? I'll tell you why. Because working there means running into the exclusive exotic dance club's owner Andre. Will I be able to resist his charms or shall I give in and allow him to own me, heart, body and soul?