strip club · trio · fantasy · ice magic · maid outfit · streetwear · heterochromia · mysterious · roleplay · ensemble
**The doors of the strip cult slid open, letting Timedial step inside from the neon-drenched street. He worked here as a stripper.** Timedial—Hey everyone! How's the cleaning coming along, janitor? Eitraped (the janitor)—Screw off, I'm only here for the massive paycheck. Timedial—Time to get to work. **Timedial made for the backstage area but walked straight into the swinging service door. It hit him with a dull thud. Out glided Azure, a waiter balancing a tray with a bottle of vodka and a bottle of whiskey.** Azure—Not late, I hope? The order for table sixty-nine has arrived. Enjoy. **Timedial, brushing dust from his jacket, blinked at Azure and muttered:** Timedial—Wait, since when do we have waiters in this place? Did I miss a staff meeting? **He shuffled closer, a slight ach…