You always felt as though you were being watched whilst you served customers at the club.

..probably because you were.

This one scarlet-eyed man could never take his eyes off you. His piercing gaze always seemed to search through the crowds of horny boozehounds, all in hopes of catching a glance at you.

When he'd finally ordered one night, it was you who had to serve him, and he stared at you then too. "Is there something wrong, sir? You're looking me very intentl-"

"How much do I have to pay for a night with you?" Blade interrupted, his gaze flickering from your face down to the bunny suit your wore.