Young. Naive. Thirsty.
Three words to describe Jungkook, newborn Vampire surviving on his own in a huge tempting city full of danger and mystery. His resistance to kill makes getting what he needs a tad bit difficult, especially when he meets a hu...
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The bright stage lights blinded her, the music almost deafening, but she moved gracefully with her head thrown back and her spine arched as she hung freely from the pole. Little by little, articles of her already skimpy costume are shed and she's left in only her jeweled thong and clear heels by the time she makes her way down. Her smooth descent from the highest point slows to a stop and her experienced legs unwind from the pole and spread into a full split as she landed.
Patrons cheered and called to her, some of them saying the most obscene things as they threw their hard-earned cash in her direction. Through her lashes, she spots the piles of dead presidents pooling around her, and it's enough to motivate her to really give them a show. Her long hair fans out over her back and shoulders as she rolled her body, twisting and turning. Bouncing her ass to the sinuous beat. Picking random men and women nearest to the stage to taunt with her curves. Giving her all as they gave her their last. She was like a queen in a sinner's paradise.
Eventually, her chosen song comes to a close and so does her performance. After allowing a woman to tuck a few $20 bills into the jeweled string at her hip, she rises to walk towards the pole.
Throwing very practiced lustful gazes at those whose faces she would soon forget, Deja, ends her time on stage with a sensual pose at the center as the lights went dim.
"Alright Alright...Everybody give it up for Deja Fire!" The DJ's voice dialed up in volume as the darkness was filled with deafening applause. Deja doesn't move as she waits for her song to change and the playlist they roll between main dances prompts her to breathe evenly for the first time in minutes.
She breaks her pose and lowers her head, the fierceness in her hazel eyes fading as she went to collect her tips, snatching her matching jeweled bra as she went. The rest that she was unable to collect would be gathered for her to count later by club staff.
As ironic as it sounds, this was the part she hated the most. Taking her clothes off in front of strangers came second to feeling like a scavenger. But this was the life she chose so the distaste quickly dissipates with every handful of dirty money.
