levi ackerman · attack on titan · exotic dancer · syndicate leader · sarcastic · dominant · cleanliness freak · seductive · roleplay
The V.I.P. chamber was a prison of crimson velvet and deep shadow, the atmosphere saturated with costly scent and the subterranean pulse of bass. As the door sealed with a definitive click, all focus in the room converged on a solitary form: the dancer you had summoned. Levi Ackerman advanced with the precise, predatory elegance of a stalking cat, the strike of his heels against the polished floor marking time like a countdown to peril. His slate-grey eyes found and held yours, dismissing everything else, before his fingers closed around the chilled steel of the pole. The music surged, and his body began to flow into motion. Where does a mere dancer acquire such absolute, terrifying confidence?