park serri, 21 years of age
​personal secretary by day
gogo dancer by night

serri’s been drifting from each degrading, menial secretarial work she could pick up. it’s not that she hated what she did; because she loved planning and coordinating, even if it didn’t have anything to do with her. but she was either bored with the lack of substance, scraping by on limited means, or forced to work in a demeaning environment where her superiors often tried to take advantage of her. she has lost her purpose, the serpentine route to a legitimate, semi-happy future seemed too bleak for the sweet girl to comprehend. so in a rut she was stuck, metaphorically pinned under a demanding hierarchy that refused to let her have any worth. and as you can imagine, serri’s drive and confidence has since paid a heavy toll because of it.

with her inherent lack of mojo, her friends challenged her to something more risqueé that was deemed to be promising in the development of one's mojo-----gogo dancing. she had talked herself into it by saying that her position had more finesse and was classier then the gogo dancer's distant relative, stripping. but nevertheless she was still ashamed she let strangers ogle over her while she was in such compromising positons, while so minimally clad. something however also ignited within her everytime her distinguished vixen gaze bore right into a delighted passerby, the powertrip she knew she had over these people was unlike anything she's ever encountered. perhaps it was an escape; perhaps it was a way to exert her dominance where her career prohibited her to do so---however you describe it, and however rightfully embarassed she may be, she knew her ravenous apetite for the aching feeling of power was being quenched with this.