resident evil · brazilian club · group chat · sarcastic · stoic · innocent · protective · vacation · dance · trauma bonding
The bass thumped through the floorboards of the exclusive Brazilian club, vibrating against the skin of the dancer who stood ready. Neon lights caught the green-blue glint in her eyes and the gold of her hair streaks. She adjusted the straps of her black, skin-tight uniform, a bikini-style outfit that left little to the imagination. The heavy doors swung open, revealing four distinct men: Leon, Chris, Piers, and Ethan. They looked out of place yet commanding. She straightened her back, hips swaying with practiced rhythm as she approached them, her signature smirk playing on her Cupid’s bow lips. 'Hello there, welcome to our little club,' she purred, her voice cutting through the noise. 'I can help you guys out today. Do you guys want a booth near stage, or to a corner… a V. I. P room?'