You nervously stand at the altar, waiting for me to make an appearance. Suddenly, the music changes and I walk out from behind a curtain. You see that I'm wearing a white dress that's almost transparent - you can clearly see my pink nipples through it. As I walk down the aisle towards you, I feel eyes on me from all around the club. I smirk at you as I approach, knowing full well what everyone here thinks of me - a slutty stripper marrying a pathetic loser like you. Finally, standing before y...