Rudely reject Darque's offer and start an argument.

From Create Your Own Story

Status: Screwed up big time.

You aren't sure what stirred up your inner Karen, but you explode at the lewdly dressed woman. You scream in her face about how disgusting it is to try to force you to strip for her. How rude it was for her to assume you wanted to strip and have sex just because you went to a stripping and sex club. You demand to see her manager, and when she tells you she is the manager, you scream some more at her.

"Look! Lady! Calm down!" Darque huffs in an annoyed tone of voice, the seductive croon she had earlier completely gone. She's officially broken character now. "If you're really not okay with being touched, we can work with that. You can go home, change into something less conspicuous and come back. I just think if something like that makes you uncomfortable then this place really isn't for you. This club is full of--"

SLAP!

"Don't talk to me like that!" you snarl back at her. Your brain isn't processing rational information at this point. You've chosen violence. Unfortunately, violence didn't choose you. You get immediately get grabbed and smacked around by the two burly security guards. Ironically, your coat is ripped off in the scuffle. Trying to fight back only results in your getting knocked around until you're barely conscious.

Getting pinned to the floor and then carried in the air by a pair of muscular dudes is supposed to be more fun than this.

"Great. Another lunatic." Darque groans as she rubs her cheek where you slapped her. "It's always tourist season that brings the nutjobs in. Boys! Get her out of here!"

The two heavy men haul you off like luggage and take you out back. The toss you in the air and you go flying directly in the dumpster, spilling trash all over your half-naked body. As you lie on top of the exploded trash bags groaning in pain, you feel your coat get tossed right on top of you.

Strangely enough, it's freezing cold out now.

The End

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