Forgive Me, CDC.

( **Alternative name have been given for the anonymity of the dancer. )

Four months it has been since I’ve been able to tame my inner PL. Four months too long. After quarantining for the longest time, I had a friend contact me asking if I stopped at any of the clubs since they all recently reopened, and I told him no because I heard some very mixed things about how management was enforcing regulations - as insisted by the CDC. Initially from what I heard, I wasn’t sure if it would be worth mongering or even going back to dance, but my friend said he was making plans to have dinner at Emperors, and since we haven’t seen each other for a while even before the shutdown, he’d like for me to accompany him. I excitedly agreed to meet up so that I could see what sort of changes went down.