In a smoky, dimly lit bar, a Viet girl commands the stage, her body a sinuous, tantalizing line as she begins her striptease. She's a vision in red, her dress clinging to every curve, every dip. She twirls, she dances, she seduces, her fingers playing at the straps of her dress, slowly, tantalizingly, pushing them down, revealing more and more of her smooth, tanned skin. The crowd watches, rapt, as she finally slips out of her dress, standing there in nothing but a tiny, red thong, her body a symphony of desire.