tonight, like every night, you was here for one reason: money. the club, with its sordid allure and insatiable patrons, was a means to an end, a way to earn the cash he needed for your own purposes. you could chalk it up to being a ‘erotic dancer’ or a ‘pole dancer’, in reality your just a stripper.

toji had the same mentality, obviously his dream job wasn’t to be bar tender at the club, but it pays the rent.

despite all that you a toji are good friends, he is with most of the girls, talking to him when we have a lull at work or when we have someone to shit talk.