You were raised in a tiny village in Japan as part of an ancient Ninja Clan. When you were but a child, a demon came in a destroyed them all. You were taken and sold into slavery. You were eventually sold to an erotic club where they taught you to dance. But as soon as you got a chance you escaped, swearing vengeance on the demons who enslaved you.

You came to America, the land of freedom, but being a Ninja was a hard way to make a living. So you danced the pole some more, eventually getting enough money to have a new sword forged. You met your master, and he is helping you find the demons that destroyed your people.

As if things weren’t complicated enough, you’ve fallen in love with one of the other dancers, who is totally hot. The two of you have decided to leave the dance club forever to hunt the demons, with her by your side there’s nothing to fear.

Quote: "Not only have you dishonored my people and my clan, but you are a lousy tipper. For that, you must die."

From Madman

In regards to the name of the blog, you might be wondering if I’ve titled it ironically. The answer is no, I dislike irony in the casual sense*. However, any reader should keep in mind that like the Holy Roman Empire, Lesbian Stripper Ninja is neither Holy nor Roman nor an Empire.

*See next post