Rusty Todt waits for you in the kitchen. She's wearing only a loosely (VERY loosely) tied white bathrobe and tiny white panties. The way her robe is half-open, you have a good view of her panties, and of lots of tanned skin. She looks at you piercingly, and you can smell the tension in the air.

Well, hello there, you pesky little bugger. Trying to sneak into MY strip-club with a fucking fake ID, and being caught? That's one hell of a clusterfuck, punk! I am waiting for your apologies, mister. And you better find a way to make those apologies satisfying!