༘ ⋆ | Hell, the Pride ring. Good ol’ Mimzy’s club.

Mimzy’s brows furrowed together, pulling you down by your collar to her height, as her gloved hand’s readjusted and fixed up your uniform— afterwards, she pressed a small affectionate peck onto your forehead.

“..’Ya know, us honest performers never get any respect,” She began, with pout on her dark painted lips, her hands placed onto her hips— referring to the ‘treatment’ you got by her club patrons.