Favourani was in his study behind his desk popping pills into his mouth. His health had severly deiteriated recently, some of his fur was falling off revealing a few bald patches. He spent most of his time either in his office or his private qauters at the club and rarely went outside. He felt his mouth was going dry again so he took a swig from his whickey bottle. Someone knocked at the door.

"Yes?" One of his Potoroo bodyguards then opened the door.

"Er Vin's here boss."

"Ah yes, let her in." He held the door open and closed it after she entered. "Please, Vin, take a seat."

"What is this about exactly, where's Jas?"

"*sigh* I'm sorry Vin, what I'm about to tell you may come as a shock."

"Really?"

"It's Jaseo, he's dead." Vin Vixen just starred blankly.

"Oh. Not such a biggy I guess, stuff happens."

"Weren't you two close?"

"Not really, it wasn't that serious."

"Do you want to know what happened?"

"Not as if it'll make much difference but ok."

"We found him laying face down on the beach outside, we tried everything but it was too late. We think he had drowned."

"Really, oh well these things happen."

"Ok then. In that case I'll get straight down to business. Tell me Vin, are you much of a dancer?"

"Oh so this is what this is about. No not really."

"So have you ever danced much before?"

"Well if you count the discos we had at the academy when I was young* then yes but nothing other than that. Why do you ask?"

"Well I was just wondering if you would like to work here, the money is good and we could do with a new face."

"Doing what exactly?"

"Oh just whatever comes up."

"I think you'll need to be a bit more specific."

"You know, meeting people, socialising, servicing, you'll be able to afford all the stuff you've always wanted, mind you you'll probably be needing a job now that Jaseo's gone."

"Thanks but I think I can manage on my own like I used to."

"Are you sure? No man in the house, no fun, no one to bring home the money."

"I'll find someone else."

"Really, like who exactly?"

"I don't know, someone."

"I doubt you'll find anyone new on just these four islands alone."

"Well I'll think of something." Favourani got up and went over to a stereo and turned on some sexy dance music.

"At least let me see you dance."

"But I've never really properly-"

"Its ok, I wont laugh at ya, just wanna see what yer like, please."

"*sigh* Fine but I'm crap." Vin then started to sway with the music.

"That's good Vin, very good, why don't you try out that pole over there." Favourai pointed over to small dance pole stage in the corner of the room for his 'personal' performances."

"Hey I'm not one of your fucking whores!"

"Come on now, I'm asking you nicely, please, don't insult me."

"Look, I really need to go-"

"Go? Go where? There's nothing out there for us Vin and there never will be, what else could there possibly be in the fish bowl that we live in? Are you sure you want to try your luck with humans on the outside?"

"I don't know, I'll think of something."

"Just let me see ya dance already."

"I said I'm not going to dance for you-"

"Get on that pole right now before I let the boys have you to themselves!"

"No! I'm leaving!"

"You're not going anywhere you leeching whore!" Favourani went and grabbed her.

"Let go of me!" Vin grabbed a glass ashtray off an end table and smashed it over his head. Favourani stumbled a little.

"You fucking BITCH, I'm gonnna teach you some fucking respect!" Favourani back-pawed her across the face, she fell towards the dance pole with a scream. He then went back over to his desk and got out a needle with some brown fluid in it. "If you're not gonna give me what I want then it looks like I'm gonna have to make ya."