Lily's it was called. A club deep in the mess of the New Orleans down town that was both unknown to tourists, and a site for the locals proper to come and not deal with the t
Such was where X had taken work. Pickings are thin when you're swollen with a baby, and dealing with expenses like she was. Such was how she ended up shaking her ass on a stage.
But she was a stubborn and resourceful woman, so.... the day of her 21st birthday, she'd started working here, in absence of a support system to lean on for support before she could get off the ground bounty hunting.
She was DECIDEDLY not favored by the crowds or the other girls there, due to her being a walking reminder of the consequences of such a lifestyle
That said, tonight she was a server, Dressed in a pair of ill fitting yoga pants and a simple tank top, stretched to the max by her impressive set of breasts and her 32 weeek belly, peeking between the fabrics more than a bit while she was teetering atop a pair of 4 inch wedged heeels
She approaches her next table, flipping her head to clear her hair from her eye, and she offers a smile, one hand to the small of her back
"Thanks for stopping at Lily's, what are you boys having tonight?" She asks, grabbing her pen and pad.
