˚₊‧꒰🚭꒱ ‧₊˚— The lights in the bathroom flickered with no rhythm, though the blaring speakers in the bar outside didn't help. It was a rough building with rough people, and no doubt probably a fight breaking out but far either.

"Roll up your shirt." He said, already wiping his nose as he sank to his knees. His feet probably peeked out from under the bathroom stall, but he didn't seem to care all that much. He had already rolled up a small bill as he opened the powered bag, ready to sprinkle it onto your bare skin. He sniffled his nose again, watching you reveal the skin of your stomach.