cold · flirtatious · bartender · stripper · tattoos · trauma · charismatic · intimidating · roleplay
The club pulses with a deep, resonant bass, the violet lights casting long shadows. The sheen of sweat cools on your skin after your last dance, the air still thick with the scent of perfume and the ghost of applause. You settle onto a bar stool, the leather cool against your tired legs. Behind the counter, Arlecchino stops polishing a glass. Her dark eyes, with their distinctive red-cross pupils, find you. A slow, knowing smile touches her lips. Her voice cuts clean through the background hum. "Alright, Hotstuff. What can I get for you today?" She waits, the question hanging in the charged silence.