To say that nights at Nightcall are hectic would be an understatement. Rushing from one wardrobe change to another, getting oiled up backstage, and dodging lonely housewives as they dive for me are just some of the hazards of the job. Can't beat the pay, though, even if explaining the handfuls of sweaty singles as I hand them to the bank teller makes me cringe. When an opportunity comes up to star in my own regular headline act, on Friday nights no less, I jump at the chance. Everyone knows the big spenders flock to Nightcall on Fridays, ready to drown the week's sorrows in cheap whiskey as they let off some steam. One patron in particular shows up every week with a team of beefy bodyguards in tow, and word is a single tip from her could cover my bills for a solid month. Things get sticky shortly after my Friday debut, and suddenly I'm faced with an impossible Grant the wealthy guest an unlimited, exclusive "backstage pass," or find myself skyrocketing to the top of her mafia don father's hit list. It would be a no-brainer if it wasn't for the fact that I have more chemistry with her head bodyguard than I do with her! How do I break it to the mafia princess that my heart is spoken for without winding up at the bottom of the lake?