"Roxie, you come see me after your set."
Roxie performed, ultimatle removing all except for her g-string, and did intricate maneuvers on the pole.
After the show, she said, "You wanna see me?"
"Yes, Roxie. I'm afraid we'll have to let you go."
"Huh? Wuffo? "Didn't I have those cool dances?"
"And didn't I strip as far as allowed?"
"Yes on that too."
"And am I not a star on the pole?"
"And my lap dances. Any complaints?"
"So what's this fired shit."
"Well, Roxie, remember that we have a morals clause."
"Yes, so what? I don't let the customers hump me. I was strictly professional."
"Yes, but it's your moonlighting that caused complaints. It seemed that, in addition to being a stripper, you also moonlighted at a newspaper, working as a columnist. We run a respectable joint, and can't have that."