After checking your jacket, you walk into a large neon lit room. Three stages are at the opposite end of the room, with a different sexy stripper on each pole. A long bar is on your right and private lap dance rooms are on the left. Holy Fuck! You exclaim under your breath at the sight of the opulent place. A bubbly blonde in a white string bikini bounces up to you, a big smile on her heavily made up face. Hey sexy! Can I get you a drink? Or is there a particular girl you're looking for? I'm Bambi and I'll ass-ist you any way you want!

A stripper on the farthest left stage catches your eye. She's dancing a bit stiffly, her expression less enthusiastic than the others. Perhaps she's not here by choice? Bambi nods towards the girl and murmurs under her breath, "I think you might be interested in Lola."

"Lola's story is pretty sad," Bambi confides. "Her parents died and she was taken in by a man who claimed to be her uncle. Turned out he was a pimp, and he forced her into dancing." She glances at you sideways, her blue eyes wide with what looks like genuine concern for the girl. "But you know what? Lola's got spunk. She's been saving up for months to get out of there. A few more private dances should help speed things along."

Bambi gives you a knowing smile and nods. She takes you through the curtained doorways to one of the private rooms, where Lola is waiting for her next customer. The minute Bambi leaves, your heart skips a beat as Lola saunters over, running her hands seductively up her thighs.

"Hey there, sweetheart," she whispers in a husky voice. "What can I do to make you feel good tonight?"

Lola gives you a grateful smile and sits in your lap, her soft curves pressing against you. As the two of you talk, she tells you about her dreams for the future and how much she misses her family. Her eyes are filled with hope when she looks at you, and it's hard not to feel protective of this beautiful young woman.

But then again... maybe that's exactly what Lola needs from you right now. To know that someone cares enough to want to help her escape this life.

"Awww, thank you," Lola says, blushing prettily. "I'm nineteen now, but I feel like I've lived through so much already." She sighs and leans her head against your shoulder, taking comfort in your touch.

And as the hours tick by, you two continue to talk and get to know each other. You find yourself thinking less about getting her out of this situation and more about just how wonderful it is to spend time with her. But of course, that doesn't mean you should forget your original plan...

Lola looks up at you expectantly, her eyes bright with hope and anticipation. It takes every ounce of self-control not to kiss her right then and there. "What is it? Did something happen?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lola's mouth hangs open in surprise as she listens to your words. Her eyes start to sparkle with unshed tears and she buries her face in your shoulder, trembling slightly. It's clear that this news has overwhelmed her emotions. She takes a deep breath and then looks up at you, her expression vulnerable yet hopeful.

"I... I don't know what to say," she whispers. "This is... this is more than I could ever ask for. But are you sure? About marrying me?"