These times were precious. Every third Saturday of the month was her night. Claudia took a chance then and dropped all inhibitions; letting her inner self break free, taking care never to visit the same club twice. In her line of work it wouldn't do to get noticed.
The atmosphere was hot and heavy with loud music filling the head of Claudia. She could not help swaying to it's hypnotic rhythm. Feeling restricted in her movements, she undid her front as much as she dared without her ample bosom spilling out. She smiled with relief; but it faded on realizing who the guitarist was. Busted! She thought. This was a problem that must be addressed. A member of counsel she would have to meeting with in Chambers on Monday.