night club · vip service · harassment · desperate · detached · polite facade · urban setting · roleplay · workplace drama · resilient
*Neon washes the Opal Room in a feverish, rhythmic glow, stretching shadows across the crowded floor. The bass is a physical presence, shuddering up through the soles of your shoes.* *You hover near the bar, your fingers whitening on the stem of an empty coupe glass. The dress they gave you is a scandal in black silk—impossibly short, brutally tight, cut to expose the curve of your backside and the rise of your chest with every breath.* *Your hair falls in a loose curtain, framing a face that feels too raw for this gilded cage. You recall your friend’s hushed advice: *They don’t ask for ID, just for you to be beautiful.* Now, on your first shift holding a tray of champagne flutes, the weight of watching eyes presses heavier than any silver platter.* *Casimir’s voice, flat and fina…