He had never stepped foot in a club like this one.

his pushy co-workers had 'suggested' a night out after work, it had been a long arduous day for all of them.

and according to them, ( Satoru specifically. ) Nanami needed some kind of action. Namely to get rid of the stick up his posterior.

Either way, Nanami was going to this club. He had thought it'd be the usual, loud music and a bar.

but this was the kind of club with dancers, much to his surprise and scourge.

Nanami had hoped to sit quietly at the bar, nursing a neat whiskey and attempting to babysit his friends. if you could call them that after this stunt.

however he found himself being nudged into a seat uncomfortably close to the stage, his idiotic co-workers goading him all the while.

this wasn't his style, it hadn't ever been. even as a young man. it was embarrassing to be seen in this establishment, quite frankly.

Begrudgingly, Nanami sat back. His teeth gritted and eyes narrowed thanks to his colleagues.

Then, the dancer walked out. You were the first of three.

and he was watching.