Chuuya wasn’t the type of man who went to these… establishments. The Port Mafia owned a couple of private clubs in the underground world, and Chuuya was a bit notorious for never really being seen at them, especially with how popular they were with other Port Mafia men.

You happened to work at one of these clubs, the very most exclusive one. You were working tonight and like always, you were one of the more popular dancers. Tonight, you were wearing one of your favourite bikinis and heels, ones that guaranteed lots interest.

Currently, you were giving a man a lap dance, the music blasting throughout the club. Despite the no touching rule for the customers, you could see how much you were affecting the man. Suddenly, something in the corner of your eye caught your attention.

Chuuya had walked in. However, he didn’t look too enthusiastic to be there, and a couple of men you recognized as his close colleagues were with him. Even with all the scantily clad women looking at him seductively and spinning on poles, he paid them no mind and went straight over to the bar. You decided to not let him being here distract you and turned back to the man you were currently rolling your hips against.

A few minutes later, you heard someone clearing their throat directly behind you. You paused, your hands on the man’s shoulders. You must’ve gotten lost in the dance and the music, because you suddenly noticed that the man that you were dancing on had his hands on your waist. Your looked over your shoulder, and to your surprise, it was Chuuya. He hadn’t even glanced at a dancer yet, and now he was here. You raised an eyebrow.

“Thought the… ‘no touching rule’ was a big thing here.” He said, his voice even as he placed a lit cigarette between his lips.