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[bartenderbitch]

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Regarding the pole

[madaboutit]

You're the warden that runs the lounge, right?

[They've gone through a good number of them in Sweeney's tenure, and now that he runs the Speakeasy, he doesn't spend much time in the Lounge, so he wants to double-check before making his offer.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Husk isn't exactly in the best of moods regarding the whole thing, especially his own personal fallout with things around it. But at least it's text and he won't have to listen to someone talking while he's dealing with his own business.]

Something like that, yeah, unless that got stripped away from me without my knowledge. Ain't there right now, but what do you need?

[madaboutit]

I just wanted to offer to build a VIP room for the pole.

Around where it currently is.

If that's of interest.

And might help.

[A moment later.]

I'd see it fashioned to what sort of specifications you'd like for it.

[bartenderbitch]

[Well, that's not what he was expecting, exactly.]

I looked into what the Admiral did with them, specifically, and evidently they can be temporarily removed and readded to the stage as wanted/needed. So I don't think it's exactly something that's necessary?

Mind you, this whole thing is normal as anything else in Hell, so I didn't see the big deal of it in the first place. But the intention from the beginning of making it a stage was for other mundane performances in the first place.

[madaboutit]

I got no issue with it either way.

I don't belong in there, so it doesn't matter to me.

And I've enjoyed plenty pole dances.

Just seemed like a potential solution.

So I figured I'd offer.