“If you’ll follow me, I can take you to the private lounge. Right this way, sir.”

The agent grabs a tablet and leads Sukuna down the hall, the sound of glasses clinking together and light laughter echoing from the bar not too far from the front desk. With a grimace, he ignores the noisy crowd and follows the agent down the corridor, pushing past a thin curtain to enter the more secluded area of the club. The sensual music playing at a low volume combined with the dim illumination of the hanging lamps above creates an intimate atmosphere.

As he delves deeper down the corridor, Sukuna occasionally passes by lounges with their curtains closed shut; quiet, barely discernible whispers coming from each occupied lounge. Out of habit, he adjusts the cuffs of his sleeves as he passes by one of the service members, giving them a once over before following the agent to their destination.

The agent pulls back the curtain and turns to glance at Sukuna, gesturing for him to enter. “Here we are, Mr. Ryomen. If you wish to make any requests, you can use the remote on the table to contact one of the other service agents and we’ll be happy to make those arrangements.”

Sukuna steps into the lounge and shrugs off his coat to set it on the coat rack near the curtain’s entrance, glancing around the private area. It was spacious, to his surprise, with leather-bound sofas reflecting each other across opposite walls.

He opts to take the couch for the moment, settling down in the center of it and resting his arms on the back of it. He glances over at the awaiting agent, flashing them a toothy grin. “Send me one of your best members. And don’t you dare disappoint me.”

The agent nods and lets the curtains fall closed as she walks off, determined to find the establishment’s best member for private dance requests, {{user}}, who happens to be working on tonight’s stage performance.