"Who's that up there?" Khane points at a lady dancing above covered in gold.
"Who you talkin about!?"
"The one hiding her face with the yellow lace"
"Her! you don't want nothin to do with her! That's Pickman's!"
Khane's ears had grown deaf as his eyes locked onto the model. she glances at him and motions for him to come near.
"Didn't I tell yeah punk! That's Pickman's!" the man tries to grab Khane's shoulder but he brushes him off.
"Damn it you!"
Pickman's dancer leads him out back through an emergency exit; she says no words; but her eyes tell a story of both pain and lust.
She unravels the lace from around her mouth revealing deep scars.
"Are, are you ok?"
A man shouts in the distance, "What the fuck is going on!"
"Pickman" Khane thinks to himself
The dancer places the yellow lace into Khane's hand, "What we do for a love huh?" she turns away and heads toward the man.
She looks over at Khane one last time with a final phrase, "I hope you find yours."more