[Verse 1] [Narrator: Young Female, clear and sharp] Night shift taught her one thing fast the customer could get hammered, she couldn’t If he lost track of the hour, good for business If he ordered one more bottle, even better But if she got wrecked first, that was just stupid So she learned how to stay awake through a table full of liquor take a sip, put the glass down, keep the conversation moving know where the cash was notice when a man was already gone in the head [Male Voices: Laughing, deep but cocky] “You girls can drink!” [Narrator: Young Female] She usually let that sentence die right there They didn’t need the real answer [Verse 2] [Music: Upbeat Nightclub EDM Synth-pop] One night off, a friend dragged her to the host club people kept talking about the place was packed, getting a table wasn’t easy and the men there were supposed to be worth the fuss She wanted to see it for herself A few of them came over, hair styled, shirts fitted too much cologne floating around the sofa They looked pleased with themselves She didn’t bother with introductions [Dialogue: Young Female Voice] “You guys actually know how to play?” [Dialogue: Young Male Hosts, confident] “Yeah.” [Dialogue: Young Female, clear and sharp] “You sure?” [Dialogue: Young Male Hosts, laughing] “Of course.” [Dialogue: Young Female Voice, chuckles] “Awesome.... I only want the ones with guts. If you’re boring, leave.” [Narrator: Young Female] They stayed. That part aged badly. [Break] [Dialogue:Young Female, clear and sharp, explaining clearly] She explained the game lose pants off then fifteen second with the ice in a place. [Music: Sudden Acoustic Guitar Chord - Stop! Record Scratch!] [SFX: Sudden silence, guitar string cut short] no men wanted cold. [Narrator: Young Female, teasing tone] The change on their faces was immediate One guy stopped smiling, the one next to him glanced sideways another pulled his legs closer without realizing it She caught that, and nearly laughed A minute ago they were loud, now the table looked like a meeting had gone wrong [Dialogue: Young Female Voice] “What?” [Narrator: Young Female] No reply. [Vocal style: Ultra-high pitch feminine girl voice, cute anime female speaking, pure female whisper] “You said you could play.” [Narrator: Young Female, clear and sharp] Still quiet. She looked across the sofa. This was it? [Verse 3] [Music: Transition to cold, dark, minimal electronic beats] The guy talking the biggest started staring into his drink like he had business down there Another kept touching his sleeve, once wasn’t enough that cuff suddenly needed a full inspection One tried to laugh it off, but his face said please tell me this woman isn’t serious She was. That killed the mood fast She expected at least one reckless idiot, just one The club had that kind of reputation Instead she got a row of men suddenly very attached to personal safety [Hook] [Narrator: Young Female, dismissive] She looked at the ice, then back at them, and thought These guys make more? You have got to be kidding. [Verse 4] Her side of nightlife wasn’t like this women had to keep the customer talking, keep the bottles moving stay clear enough to read the table, spot the bluffing notice the one getting ready to leave, catch the one still willing to spend pull another girl over when the table needed it and still make the whole mess look fun These men sat down, smelled expensive, smiled at women, and got paid more Now one stupid block of ice had shut the whole table down She wasn’t even angry. It was just embarrassing. [Break] [Music: Very quiet, slow lo-fi synth] She stood up. [Skit: Female spoken word, high pitch female voice] “Where are you going?” [Beat drop cut, absolute silence] [Vocal style: Ultra-high pitch feminine girl voice, cute anime female speaking, pure female whisper] "Ah... Home." [Skit: Female spoken word, high pitch female voice] “We just got here.” [Skit: Young girl voice, soft clear spoken] “They’re boring.” [Dialogue: Friend's Young Female Voice] “I’m paying tonight.” [Bass drop resumes] [Narrator: Young Female] She paused. Free was nice, not nice enough. She grabbed her bag, looked back once, and shook her head [Dialogue: Young Female Voice, sighing] “No one even dares to play.” [Narrator: Young Male] Then she left. [Outro] [Music: Cold ambient pad fading out to silence] She didn’t lose money that night Her friend was paying, but the trip still felt pointless All that hype, then this She’d rather go overseas, and watch a male strip show At least those men know, what the ticket is for [Fade out] [End]
