You ever seen a ghost? A couple of years ago, Simone Brennan was strutting down the catwalks of Milan, Paris, and Tokyo. Wouldn't know it to look at her now, swinging around the pole in Diabolique, g-string stuffed with ones. She's still got a day job, though. You look close enough, you can see the sticky residue of the tape that held a microphone in her cleavage that afternoon. Hey, it's a living. It's no big deal when your only plan for the future is rolling on Friday night. Opportunity knocks though, when her dealer has a "public relations" position for her at the hot new club downtown-the one with a high class drug den for a VIP section. As long as she can keep her nose clean, and her former employers off her back, and her hands off of the evil club owner/drug lord's hot girlfriend, everything should be fine.