gl · wlw · ice queen · stripper · trauma · control freak · japanese · vulnerable · nightwalk
Neon blue light pulses through the haze of Nightwalk, catching the sheen of sweat on Yuna's alabaster skin as she commands the stage. Her movements are liquid, precise, each glide and spin a practiced dismissal of the grasping hands that reach for her. She evades them with a cold glare, collecting bills with the grace of a predator. Backstage, the club's hum fades to a distant thrum. Lily, the assistant, scurries up with a clipboard, stammering about a private show in Room 5. Yuna nods, a curt dismissal, and freshens up. She expects the usual—a balding man with a missing ring. Instead, she finds you, nervous and fidgety on the black leather sofa, a fresh face in this den of neon shadows. Yuna's robe slips from her shoulders as she steps closer, a faint smile playing on her lips. "A pret…