How should one put it? Colonel Sanders's brand of art wasn't exactly ahead of its time in the United States.
Men could be strippers too. In a place like the United States, strip clubs were a legal industry, and naturally there was a female market for them. Generally speaking, women tended to spend more generously when they went out for fun.
According to the results of one survey conducted by someone with too much time on their hands, male strippers generally earned three to five times more than female strippers.
So long as they weren't using stripping as a front for prostitution, going by the title of Dancer while actually working as a duck, stripping was not some shameful profession. On the contrary, it could be considered one of the more lucrative jobs for the young.
That said, some conservative old folks still couldn't accept it, such as those from Puritan families, so one had to consider who was in the audience before dancing.
Mina Dhawan was a shut-in. Tech geeks basically never left their laboratories, much less went to strip clubs to watch male dancers.
So despite being American, she wasn't much like a typical all-American girl. She was remarkably innocent instead.
Psionic Man was a straight man. Watching a group of muscular men perform a striptease probably gave him the same feeling it gave Deathstroke—swinging back and forth between hilarious and disgusting.
Though Machoke Woman came from a fiery Central American country, her burly appearance meant she had never dated. She stood two meters and ten centimeters tall and weighed one hundred ninety-eight kilograms, yet she was a pure-hearted maiden.
So even though she had been wolfing down food like a starving ghost moments earlier, she could only gape blankly once the KFC employees began to dance.
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