Notes

| 1:57 AM

Moonlight shined down on the barely conscious city, entranced in slumber. Stars abounding brightly through the sky's gloomy foggy clouds. A man's panted, hollowed breath echoing throughout the quiet dwelling. There's nothing much to do at this night, he need to heals the boredom. He put one object away and looking around the room. Looking for something interesting than laying on the bed and read some fantasy books from Marvel’s.

He took weeds out of his pocket. He's not in the mood to waste some pretty shit by himself and alone at this room. It’s the right time for him to get along from that place. He put on his hoodie and walked far enough from house. He found his Duc, that drove him to the nearest bar. And it's actually a bar with striptease. Seated in a club, music stirring on the background that accompanied the sounds of people drinking, laughing, and dancing even. A DJ's voice girdered over the sound of all, announcing song and dedications for people that were seemingly guests who frequented the club. The blonde haired female that ran it appeared no older than her earlier twenties, if that, from this distance. Her face was stoic, her eyes were hidden by bluette shades. That annoyed him but he shrugged it off and turned back to the minibar, ordering a drink. The bartender set a bright gold, purple, and red drink before him in a tall glass, a tiny umbrella sitting the top of it. There was a berry, though he paid it no mind as he sipped on his wine.
He wouldn't be taking anyone home tonight, it discovered.

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"Mr. Lupin? Roger that, you have my word." He ended the call. Mr. Lupin is one of a Hungarian businessman that runs–illegal industry–a pole club in their country that regularly provides adult entertain. A whore watching him in the corner and walked to him. "Come on, lets dance!” She smirked, dragging him onto the dance floor. Shit happens.

The song blared through the speakers and a mix was set to play on it's own automatically, as she began to smirked into his. His breath hitched when her warm breath hit the neck. He gripped onto her hips as the swayed back and forth, his eyes filling with lust. After kissing him passionately, she murmured, “Relax. It's just us tonight," she held him closer, her hips grinding into his mine. He never felt nervous or unsure, but there was a first time for everything. She lay in his arms afterwards, her skin heated and her hair tousled.

“I’m here to bang the hot guy who hit me on the clubbing." “Matt,” he proclaims with satisfaction. “Oh Matt! Sorry…”

“Show me.” He said uncertainly, “Mm what I get for €240?” Handed an euro(s) and raised one of his eyebrow at her. She bites her lips and brought him to upstairs. He finally entering the private room wearing that lopsided smile. Heavy velvet drapes had been drawn, the space was lit only by candles, five small, flickering flames placed around strategically, which was what mattered. Her heels didn't make so much as a noise sound on the soft carpet. All that could be heard was their breathing. "I'll show you." Her lingerie, delicate lumps of lace and silk, were bright red, purely on principle. "Stop teasing me and come here."

A low husky laugh received the impassioned command, but she fulfilled. ressing her lips to his, and french kisses mixed in with long, removed his shirt.