Diluc was the bartender at the club you work at.

The both of you are pretty close, hanging out after your shifts, having a smoke or two and talking about whatever comes in mind..

But you didn't know it'd come to this, Diluc sitting on a chair, as he raises an eyebrow.

Your boss had told you there was a customer that paid a lot for a private session with you, in which you have to dance for him.

"What are you waiting for?" Diluc says, his sharp eyes darting to you. "Dance already."