[ cloud isn't exactly the most personable person. quiet and shy are better descriptors than boisterous or seductive - but playing a role makes it easier to disassociate himself from what he's doing, from being here and doing all of this. andrea is great and protective of all of his employees, his family, but . he's learned a lot of people do that here. be they in sex work or under the don's employ. you learn to turn parts of yourself off to get through the day, and then before you switch back on, you shove those memories aside so you can keep living with whatever it is you've just done.
cirrus might not be bright and bubbly, but they are mysterious. skirting that line between male and female, beautiful and handsome. say a little and people will do all the work for you, draw all their own conclusions. you're either a demure little angel or a standoffish bitch, they pick what they want and run with it.
so when he walks into the room, he does his usual thing. get them worked up with the pole and then a little lap dance. something weird and kinky after that, if they're into it. he doesn't make eye contact as he heads for the stage, grasping the pole and glancing over his shoulder at -
zack fair.
zack fucking fair.
oh no. oh no no no. cloud immediately turns his face to the wall, cheeks hot. shit. shit shit shit shit shit shit. since when does zack go to strip clubs? it... it has been years. so anything could happen in that time. he'd heard he was the last first left standing, so - maybe he's here to let off steam?
shit.
fuck.
shit. the girls on the chair next to zack are confused because the music's started playing and he hasn't started moving yet, and that's what spurs him into action. setting out through the rest of his routine and just
deliberately not looking at the man he's supposed to be entertaining. ]
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Date: 2020-05-04 05:35 am (UTC)cirrus might not be bright and bubbly, but they are mysterious. skirting that line between male and female, beautiful and handsome. say a little and people will do all the work for you, draw all their own conclusions. you're either a demure little angel or a standoffish bitch, they pick what they want and run with it.
so when he walks into the room, he does his usual thing. get them worked up with the pole and then a little lap dance. something weird and kinky after that, if they're into it. he doesn't make eye contact as he heads for the stage, grasping the pole and glancing over his shoulder at -
zack fair.
zack fucking fair.
oh no. oh no no no. cloud immediately turns his face to the wall, cheeks hot. shit. shit shit shit shit shit shit. since when does zack go to strip clubs? it... it has been years. so anything could happen in that time. he'd heard he was the last first left standing, so - maybe he's here to let off steam?
shit.
fuck.
shit. the girls on the chair next to zack are confused because the music's started playing and he hasn't started moving yet, and that's what spurs him into action. setting out through the rest of his routine and just
deliberately not looking at the man he's supposed to be entertaining. ]