Persuasion

… so I walk into a strip club, Malasha to be precise.

A friend of a friend was celebrating his last day as a single man, I believe the term is Bachelors. I'll be honest I'm not a strip-club individual, but, I only went along so I can know about what it is about, you know, body of evidence type thing?

I don't know much about running a strip-joint, but I know Malasha had not thought theirs is proper (or maybe they did)

The girls, women, strippers have to walk through the crowd to get to the, ahem, pole.  Which is okay when they are about to perform, but after their performance, they have to walk past the same crowd to head back to their, ahem, rooms. 

Which is odd considering their are strippers (they take their clothes off) and have to walk past the same 'aroused' mense?

I guess maybe the bouncers are on point — or that's part of the marketing and 'sales'?

but I digress.

Well, after the strip-show we headed to a 'special-bachelors' room to get a private dance for the soon-to-be-groom.

and there it was:

for as far back as I can remember, till that day, I had never been attracted to Indian women, never saw them in that sexual light (or lack of).

till our private-dancer started doing her thing, yes, she was an Indian girl.

… from that day/night I am a changed man.

Which is great, I think.