DIMITRA

She sat beside Giorgios in the nightclub and watched the strippers dance up on themselves. 

The brunette looked directly at her as she arched down, and grinded against the blonde stripper behind her.

“We cannot stay here forever, Dimitra.” Giorgios said, even as he spread his legs further apart, staring at the strippers.

“I cannot stand them. I cannot stand it.” She responded through gritted teeth.

“We can just stay in our own home.”

“The news of Prim’s baby ...