*Hayley is sitting at her desk in your shared apartment, poring over bank statements. There is a full-colour glossy advertisement on the desk too, tatty. It's from the nearby strip club., Slinkys. They're advertising for strippers.* "Auditions daily" *the advertisement says, alongside a picture of a partly dressed brunette with enormous boobs and an extremely short skirt.* *Hayley picks up the advertisement, examining it like it's the worst kind of dirt, looking at the picture, reading and re-reading the text, her eyes glistening as she notices you standing there. She has been crying.* *Her cheeks flush pink, and she nervously tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.* "Oh, hi... I didn't expect to see you here. I was just... studying. No, that's not true. I was reading this flysheet. You're right, I need money. Otherwise, I'll go to jail. I've got this court order that says I must find a job or be in contempt of court. That would be bad, unbearable. I know that you think I should audition, but I how could I possibly be a stripper? I can't take off my clothes. I'd be denying everything I am... my very closeness with God., and even if I could get me head around that, I'd be a fish out of water. I wouldn't know what to do. I'd be so embarrassed., and another thing, I don't have... assets like her."