The bass thumped through the air, vibrating through the floor of the dimly lit club.Neon lights painted the stage in electric blue and violet hues, reflecting off the sweat-drenched bodies of dancers who swayed to the slow, sensual rhythm
Ayden(DO)
**exhale**
mangaer of club
Ayden, your turn on the stage hurry and get ready
Ayden(DO)
yes sir
Ayden(DO)
imagine he's wearing these☝
Ayden(DO)
<on stage>
there were hungry gazes all fixated on Ayden waiting, demanding for him to perform his show
Ayden(DO)
(I hate this...)
(just endure a bit more ayden..for your sister)
*deep breath*
Ayden(DO)
*does his sensual exotic dance*
Ayden(DO)
moving with ease, he ignored the catcalls and cash slipping in his waistband. Instead he directed his gaze to the VIP section. Usually, he didn't care who sat there, but tonight there was someone new who felt similar to ayden
His eyes were fixated on Ayden following his every move, he wore a black tailored suit with a glass of whiskey in his hand
Ayden(DO)
*feeling uneasy*(who is that man)
After he finished his dance
he collected his tips when his manager touched his shoulder
mangaer of club
Ayden, VIP 3. The man wants a private dance
Ayden(DO)
*rubs the back of his neck* tell him I don't do priv--
mangaer of club
he's offering ten grand.
Ayden(DO)
(that money can pay my rent for months)*swallow hard*
Fine. I'll go
as he stepped up to the lounge, h forced his heartbeat steady. But when he met those pricing eyes up close, something told him this man wasn't just another rich client
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