Arnulf of Flanders

Applejack could scarcely believe her ears. Sure, money was tight at the farm, but stripping ? "What's wrong? You and my sis have both posed for PlayColt!" her cousin whined. "Yeah, 'cuz no one else was there except the photographer." "Auntie Brown Betty works at that coffee stand! Which I wish I'd known before," Babs said, rubbing her backside at the uncomfortable memory. "Still no one there, not like at a club. Where they'll be 'spectin ya to grind on their laps an' more." Babs grinned. "What's the problem with that? Sounds fun to me!" She leaned forward, pressing her advantage. "You need money. Fast. There's no better way to do it without getting into more trouble. Maybe even make enough for you to go back to school, too." The farmgirl glanced out the window. Babs had won. "Ah'll think about it." Then she pointed hard at her little sister. "But you ain't doin' none...

 Platinum Princesses. Canterlot's finest and most notorious gentlemen's club. Front entrance, plus courtesy limo: Interior view of the door: Dressing room: The bar: DJ booth: Backstage: The floor: The main stage: Table dance booths: Couch dance area: VIP room: Massage table: Soapland: A table dance is 30 bits per song, and a couch dance is 45 bits per song, or 70 bits and 100 bits for three songs, respectively. The VIP room is 300 bits for a half an hour and 500 for the full hour. A massage is 200 bits per 15 minutes. The soapland is 500 bits for a half an hour. All other services are privately negotiated between dancer and guest.

 "Ya want us to be strippers?! Have ya lost your damn mind?" "Why not? We're hot, we're legal, and think of all the bits!" How Babs imagines it will go:  Waste shots from years ago: