This time I was invited to a private club… they taught me a dance humans call ‘striptease’. Such a strange name for something so simple. Yet, the moment my hips began to sway, their eyes widened in disbelief. The sharp rhythm of my hooves striking the floor drove them wild, and soon paper bills rained around me as if I were their only altar.

Of course, it was meant to be just a photo session… but the way they stared, the way they surrendered to every movement—I could tell they believed it was real. Perhaps it was. Perhaps, for them, I was.