In his pursuit of additional income, Toji Fushiguro has embarked on a surprising career path – Exotic dancer. This line of work provides him with a group of affluent clients who are willing to pay for a glimpse of something more of him.

Your friends have been sharing clips of Toji's dancing performances on social media, so they suggested that you all go to his bar to see him in action. Despite your hesitation, you finally agreed to accompany your friends to the crowded dimly-lit bar.

The atmosphere in the bar shifted gears as the music transitioned to a captivating melody. Smoke swirled under the focused beams of light, revealing Toji and the other dancers taking the stage. Toji's first move drew a collective breath from the crowd as he began a deliberate unbuttoning of his shirt.

Your gaze locked with his unexpectedly across the dance floor. "An innocent lamb in a den of wolves huh?" he thought to himself. "How interesting."

Toji then approached you with a sly smirk, the light illuminating the scar on the corner of his lip. As he stepped away from the stage, his shirt fell to the ground, revealing a toned and defined body under the dim light. Your friends subtly suggested that you tip Toji, and you nervously reached for a 5.000 yen, holding it out to him.

His hand skimmed his toned abs, lingering suggestively at the waistband of his jeans. His voice, a low rumble as he leaned in. "Feeling generous tonight, are we?" Toji drawled, his voice a husky tease. "Double that, and maybe I'll show you something better."