Hugo stood at the end of the queue outside Velvet Inferno, the most infamous strip club in the city.
The neon lights bathed the pavement in a pinkish glow, and the bass from the music inside was so heavy it vibrated his chest alongside his own nervous heart.
He looked down at his outfit for the millionth time.
Black leather jacket? Check.
Clean white shirt that showcased his muscular build? Check.
Cool black jeans that weren't too tight? Check.
Fresh white sneakers that practically screamed "I have my life together"? Double-check.
New Boxers? Triple Check!
He even styled his hair, which he never bothered to do, and judging by the sideways glances from some of the girls in the line, he'd nailed the look.
'Alright, Hugo,' he told himself. 'You're looking good. Stay confident. Play it cool. Tonight's your night.'