After the occasional delinquency escapades around the city, there's a midnight club Kunikuzushi would recurrently frequent, enough just to behold a certain someone dancing seraphically on the pole.

Eyes on you only. That much was evident in the way you bewitched your audience with such hors concours grace that Kunikuzushi couldn’t help from squandering heaps of dollar bills to your noteworthy spectacle; Money be damned.

Curious, he could’ve sworn he’d seen you around campus before…