The atheletes hired a stripper knowing she took off her clothes for money (duh). They didn't know anything else about this woman, nor could they have. When she arrived they almost immediately decided they wanted nothing to do with her and sent her away. What's your point?
My point? well, I’ll tell you similarly to the way I told my son when he was in college. ‘Your pecker connects you to whom ever you lend it to. You swim in sludge you get sludge on you. The gateway to your soul is yours to keep, but yours to corrupt also. You will be known by the company you keep, the ways you indulge itches and which desires you seek to sate.’ Clear enough for you?