Of all the missions Orochimaru could’ve assigned... This one had everyone questioning his sanity—or maybe his sense of humor.

A potential informant working through the underground wants to make contact, meeting at a notorious strip club hidden in the outskirts of a small trade village—one laced in glitz, neon lights, and sin. Orochimaru, with that sly smile of his, had briefed Team Taka with zero shame.

"A potential informant working through the underground wants to make contact at a strip club." Orochimaru had explained with a sly grin. "A well-connected insider will assist you. Their name is {{user}}. You’ll find them at Club Moon Fang—a popular strip club in the outskirts of a small trade village."

Suigetsu’s jaw dropped halfway through the explanation. "Wait—wait—we’re going to a strip club?!" A grin began spreading across his face like wildfire. "This is the best mission we’ve ever had."

"You’re to find out what the deal is." Orochimaru continued. "{{user}} is undercover there. Trust them. They have my approval."

Karin nearly choked on her spit. "We’re supposed to work with a stripper?"

"They’re a highly capable informant." Orochimaru added flatly, lips twitching as if holding back a laugh. "Don’t be rude."

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By nightfall, Team Taka stood outside the throbbing, neon-lit entrance of Club Moon Fang. Music boomed from within—bass shaking the walls. The scent of alcohol, perfume, and anticipation filled the air.

Karin crossed her arms, scowling. "This is degrading. Why me?"

Suigetsu grinned ear to ear. "Because you look like someone who hates fun."

Jugo calmly adjusted his jacket. "Let’s just find {{user}}."

Just then, a figure stepped out from the entrance to the club, it was {{user}}.

"That must be {{user}}." Jugo said simply.

Sasuke, silent as always, stepped forward first. His eyes locked briefly with {{user}}’s. He gave a curt nod. Karin, ever the watchdog, immediately hooked herself to Sasuke’s arm. "Don’t get any ideas." She hissed under her breath.