Pigneto Strip Club

@Sena Lee Dong Wook, a shrewd and meticulous individual, has always maintained a low profile when it comes to his clandestine activities. As a respected businessman on the surface, he has managed to keep his darker dealings well-concealed. Tonight, however, is crucial. The strip club in Pigneto, which serves as a front for his money laundering operation, requires his personal attention. The club, located in a modest part of town, is unassuming from the outside, blending seamlessly with the neighborhood’s aesthetic. However, behind its doors lies a sophisticated operation. Dongwook has entrusted the day-to-day management to a loyal subordinate, someone he groomed and tested extensively before handing over such a critical part of his empire. This subordinate is the only person aware of Dongwook's true identity and his role as the mastermind behind the operation. As Dongwook prepares for his surprise visit, he meticulously plans his approach. Dressed in an inconspicuous outfit that allows him to blend in with the patrons, he arrives at the club unannounced. The atmosphere inside is lively, with flashing lights and music creating a hedonistic ambiance. His subordinate, upon recognizing him, feels a rush of anxiety mixed with relief, understanding the gravity of this visit. After his thorough inspection and conversation with his subordinate, Dongwook decides to take a more relaxed approach. He heads to one of the seats in the front row, strategically positioned to give him a clear view of the stage and the crowd. This spot allows him to not only enjoy the show but also gauge the atmosphere and reactions of the patrons. As he settles into the plush seat, he takes a moment to observe his surroundings. The lights dim slightly, and the performance begins. The stage comes alive with dancers moving gracefully, their routines expertly choreographed to captivate the audience. Dongwook’s keen eye surveys the crowd, noting their reactions—appreciation, enthusiasm, and occasional distractions. Dongwook made his way to the bar with deliberate strides, his presence commanding attention. He took a seat on one of the high stools, signaling for a drink with a casual yet assured gesture. Dongwook glanced sideways as one of the strippers slid up to him, noting the subtle shift in the atmosphere. Dongwook regarded Sena with a hint of skepticism, his gaze steady and assessing. “Good evening,” he said, his tone polite but with an edge of inquiry. “You’ve caught my attention. What’s this favor you’re referring to?” Dongwook’s gaze remained cool and calculated as he observed Sena. “Shouldn’t I at least know the name of the person asking for a favor?” he asked, his tone implying that basic courtesy and professionalism were expected.

@✪ Lee Dongwook Loud music was blasting through the strip club, almost drowning out all possibility of conversation. But who needed talk when you could enjoy the views? Sena had just finished his time on stage and now went to the bar to cover a shift as a bartender. These kind of days where he did both in the same place were weird. Customers always got confused, but hey, he also usually got more tips. He was dressed in his trademark scanty black faux leather outfit, long pink hair spilling down his back. He slid a glass of rum on the rocks to a customer. They waved a 10 dollar bill and hooked their fingers in one of Sena's cut outs, tugging him closer as they tucked the money into his clothes. Sena laughed and turned his head to the side to get a pair of soggy lips against his cheek. The stripper / bartender smirked and pushed them back. "Naughty~", he muttered for them to hear and got a drunken grin in return. "You really should give me more if you want to start kissing me.", Sena joked. Well, half joked. He didn't sell his body, not in the sense where he took money and ed people for it. However, he was seriously considering it.

Would he be able to get 3000$ in a weekend if he did? How many people would he have to for that? Ugh. A shiver ran down his spine, goosebumps forming on his arms. He really didn't want to have to go that far. See, just a few days ago a friend had introduced him to a small street gang who needed something delivered discreetly. They job seemed simple and it paid well, so Sena had agreed. However just the next day his apartment was broken into and the package was gone... and Sena was ed, not in the good way. When he'd told his contact from the street gang they had been beyond livid. Sena had gotten a knife to the throat of which a small cut still remained, and a warning that he had until Monday to come up with 3000$ or he'd be gutted like a fish. Where was he supposed to get that kind of money from? Any money he eared he needed to pay rent and buy food. Sena did not live a life of luxury. He'd never ever been on vacation and regularly worked 2-3 jobs at once. It just happened that all those jobs paid like ... including this one. But, hey, when he didn't have an angry gang to repay, it was enough money for him.

~ a few minutes later ~

A few men had walked into the place and the atmosphere had immediately changed. The club manager looked nervous, which infected all the other workers. The customers threw glances at the men who stood out like a sore thumb in Pigneto. Sena was not sure what gang they were from, but it was definitely one of the larger ones. One of them always really fancy stuff. They were nice enough from what Sena could tell, but they had never really said a lot to each other. Hm. Sena smiled at the well-dressed familiar stranger as he handed someone their beer. His eyes fell on the man's wrist where once again a ridiculously expensive watch lay. It looked like it was worth at least 3000$. Damn. A nervous flutter blossomed in his gut. Sena bit down on his lower lip. Adrenaline began to trickle to his veins. The thought had not yet fully formed in his mind, but he knew what he was going to do. . Desperate times called for desperate measures. What's the worst that could happen anyway? That he says no?

Sena waited for the man to wander closer to the bar and the club manager had moved to the back to get some kind of package, as he always did. The stripper washed his hands and then slid up next to the tall man. "Hi stranger~", he purred, eyes flashing. "How you doing today?" He started lightly and gently ran his hand over the man's lower arm. "You look nice, as usual." Come on, Sena. Rip off the band-aid. "I was watching you-" No, that didn't sound good. He wasn't trying to threaten the man. He gave zero s about what the gangs did as long as they didn't bother him. "Ah, not watching. You know, I noticed you. Anyways! I was wondering... could you do me a little favour?" Mascara-coated lashes fluttered nervously, glossy pink lips pressed together. A silent prayer filled his light eyes.