Aelia knew how to work the pole. She'd been doing it for years now. It was alright. Not quite as fun as it had been originally, but it was still entertaining, and due to her skill it kept the money coming in.
Tonight there were a lot of customers. It was a Friday night; of course there were. They'd all finished up work for the week and wanted to spend their hard-earned cash in a sleazy place for some good entertainment. She was happy enough to oblige, provided they kept their hands off her; if they touched her, they lost their hand.
That was a well-known thing about her in particular, and some men liked to ask for her to dance for them specifically because of the danger that brought with it. She just let it happen. It brought the money in, after all, and she was perfectly fine with that reputation.
Krala swept through the streets, her lower scaly body snaking a path along the cobblestones. People were used to seeing her by now, so they didn't stare. She made her way through to a small shop- a florist's, on the end of the street. The bell tinkled lightly as she swished inside.
Nagai like herself were well-known for their ability to hold mass amounts of information in their heads at once, spilling it with perfect accuracy at any given moment. Many, like herself, became info dealers in the lower areas of the city as a result. She was one of the few who took the dangerous path, dealing in the upper district as well. That was enough to scare off most would-be dealers; but not her. She loved the danger, the risk of being discovered as she slid through the streets late at night, dealing information as she went.
"Evenin Krala." the lady behind the counter said, cleaning a vase. "What do you want?"
"Oh, you know," Krala said, waving her blue-scaled hand absentmindedly. "The usual."
The lady grinned. "Head on through, they're waiting."