Elsewhere, Sakura lurked in a corner and sighed. “<This was a terrible idea,>” she muttered into the dull thump of the music. And it was: Although the strip club was just as seedy as Ean had said, amateur night wasn’t until Friday.
But Sakura chose to loiter regardless. It was raining outside, and she didn’t have anywhere else to go, anyway. Besides, the guy who ran the place had agreed to let her work for tips, if she wanted. Of course, that was probably just because it was the middle of the day and there weren’t any customers and she’d given him a free flash of what was under her robe, but it wasn’t like she was going to find any ninja-appropriate work in a city where she had no contacts with the criminal underground.
But then two men came in from the rain. One was Big, and the other Little. <Great,> Sakura thought as she drifted after them. <My first customers.>