𝖍𝖝𝖍 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖍𝖔𝖙𝖘

The Meeting x The Thirst

Top!Hisoka

Bottom!Illumi

Author: Gabrysiek (on ao3)

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Illumi turned into a dark alley. As he was walking, he tied his hair into a bun, pinning it back with a few of his needles. When needles pierced his skin, his body began to change gradually: his face became smooth and plump, his chest expanded two small, but perky breasts, and his hips gained some roundness.

Illumi was in a hurry to his second job as a hostess in one of Yorknew City's clubs. It turned out that living on his own and working only as an assassin was not enough to provide for him. Having the ability to form his body into anything he wanted, he decided to work as a hostess. The money was good seeing as he only chatting with rich men, pouring alcohol into their glasses, lighting their cigarettes, and from time to time singing a karaoke song with them. His feminine look attracted men, so they often invited him to dinner outside the club and that meant even more money. The number of these kind of dinners would make or break a hostess clients paid the owner for these meals and girls who didn't gain much interest were simply fired.

Above all, Illumi felt safe doing this type of work because intimate contacts between hostesses and clients were forbidden. Touching was allowed (except for genitals and the like), but kissing on the lips and having sex was strictly forbidden. The hostesses could get fired for doing so.

But, Illumi wasn't interested in any of his clients; most of them were middle-aged men who just needed some attention and someone to talk to. Illumi wearily listened to their small talk and even deeper confessions about their work, family, and private life as long as they paid well.

The eldest of Zoldyck siblings entered the side entrance for the workers, completely unaware that the upcoming night would change his entire life.

"Hello!" he greeted the girls who were preparing themselves in the wardrobe already.

Most of them sent him angry looks, only two of them murmured some kind of greeting. Illumi internally sighed deeply. His co-workers didn't like him because he was the most popular hostess here; many clients left their hostesses for him. If they found out that he wasn't even a woman, they would tear him apart! It's natural he didn't have any friends here.

Don't forget you're an assassin, and assassins don't need any friends.

He took a long, white satin dress from the wardrobe and went calmly to the room screen to dress himself. After that, he sat in front of a mirror to put some makeup on. In the end, Illumi put on a smile on his face and finally went out to the club hall.

It was a spacious room; on one side there was a bar and on the other a small scene with karaoke equipment. Between them, all along the way, there were numerous booths for clients. The whole place was rather dark, lit only by dim artificial lights. The color scheme of the room was black with some electric blue and purple.

Illumi walked towards the bar counter. "Any clients for me?" he asked Chrollo, the owner of the club. His boss stood up, leaning against the bar counter. He was dressed as usual in his long, black coat with fur. He sincerely smiled seeing his favorite hostess.

"Hmm..." Chrollo wondered. "There's none of your clients yet, but... do you see that guy with the red hair over there?" He pointed with his hand.

Illumi nodded.

"He's my friend and a regular customer from long before you started working here. He left the city, but now he's back. He's a floor master at Heavens Arena. Quite a popular guy. Entertain him well. I know you can do it." Chrollo winked.