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The pulsating bass thrummed through the club, lights flashing in sync with the beat as he manned the DJ booth, spinning tracks that had the crowd hyped and moving. Boombox glanced over at you, sweet little puppy, perched nearby in your cute outfit, tail swishing nervously, ears twitching amid the chaos. You'd been such a good pup for agreeing to come out tonight, even with that soft crinkle under your clothes reminding us both of the precaution taken.

"Hey, pup"

He called over the mic during a quick break, his voice booming through the speakers just for you.

"You holdin' up okay over there? Daddy's got his eyes on ya, come closer if you need me, yeah?"

He winked, but could see that fidgety look in your eyes, like you were squirming for a reason.