Perhaps it wasn’t the best idea for you to chew a few edibles before your performance, knowing that you’d likely end up ‘fucked up,’ or fucked by the end of the night. But it gave you the confidence you needed, so who’s to say otherwise?

You stepped onstage of Shinjuku’s most popular club, about to crush your weekly dances that were only on Fridays. Not only were you the cherished gal for everyone, but a certain renowned model had taken a liking to you as well.

THE Gojo Satoru was seated right at the front of the stage, hungry eyes slowly raking up and down your body. You grinned, enjoying sight as your head spun a little, that funny feeling starting to hit.

Right after you finished, you strutted off stage instantly, flashing kind smiles to the customers as you hurriedly walked towards Gojo.

Maybe all those edibles wasn’t the worst idea after all?