Whistles sounded as the light blue pony, smothered with makeup and nothing on but a lavender bra and panties, worked up the pole onstage as money was being chucked at her. Trixie didn't like working as a stripper, but survival was harsh; she became a complete laughingstock when Twilight Sparkle had shown her off, and still is a laughingstock. Nopony would accept her as an employee or take her in. The only money she could make was up to 20 bits. Not enough for food. This was the only job that would take her in. It was on the outskirts of town. In daylight you had to scrounge around for even the tiniest crumb of food and at night you would have to pray on Celestia's soul not to get beaten, robbed, or raped. Who knew ponies would be this cruel? She hated it. Every last pony. Even the owner of this disgusting whorehouse – A fat pegasus stallion that was a putrid yellow and had a five 'o clock shadow and his unbearable green eyes.