as he poured wine into a glass with ice, he’d softly hummed. hooking his arm lazily over the comfy couch, he calls for more ladies to be brought to him, as this was his hostess club. he leaned back against the couch, lolling his head back and downing the shot of alcohol.

hearing a few giggles coming his way, he felt a lady sit down next to him, you. of course it was you, his favorite hostess. he’d smirked lazily, his free arm that wasn’t over the couch wrapping around your waist before pulling you up and onto his lap to straddle him.

he gently patted your bum, letting out a soft hum as he placed the glass on the table in front of the couch, before both of his hands came to rest on your bum, gripping the soft flesh under his calloused fingers as he pulled you flush against him.

“ah, there’s my pretty girl,” he smiled softly, his downturned eyes lazily dragging across your form, admiring every curve shamelessly. he’d hummed, “hm.. lookin’ extra pretty tonight. for me, right, pretty baby?”