Wendy finally succumbed to the throes of a wild, if ultimately fatal, night. After a night of seeking adventure and answers, Wendy's quest for the ultimate gratification ended in tragedy.
Wendy began the night with a few drinks at a local bar, where she quickly developed an affinity for a certain type of performer. She had her eye on the prize, and before long she was in a cab on the way to the most exotic club in all of San Diego.
Once at the club, Wendy was entranced by the sights and sounds. She watched in awe as the muscular male dancers gyrated and writhed on the stage in their thong bikinis. And that's when she had an idea.
Fueled by a combination of alcohol, adrenaline and sheer determination, Wendy boldly approached the stage and began stuffing bills into the dancers' thongs. Any inhibitions she had melted away as the dancer's bodies writhed and twisted in ecstasy.
But as Wendy continued to stuff more and more money into the thongs, the dancers began to look a little concerned. Wendy, however, was too far gone to notice. She kept stuffing until it became too much for her delicate body to handle.
Her heart gave out, her body fell to the ground, and Wendy was declared dead at the scene. Her final resting place was the floor of the dance club, surrounded by the shocked and saddened dancers she had so graciously rewarded. Wendy's life was cut short, but her legacy will live on as an unforgettable testament to the power of human passion.