Eren's POV
I quickly jogged to the club, blushing like crazy. I couldn't believe I'd actually kissed Levi...and he'd kissed back. His lips had been so soft, so warm...
I walked into my studio, where Ms. Zoe had told me to meet her and Erwin. She was holding a bag, which presumably held my altered costume for the performance. She shoved it into my arms, squealing about how cute I would look and how he was going to love this. Erwin simply chuckled, patting me on the shoulder and wishing me good luck on the performance.
"Show us when you're changed, okay? I need to see how the new pieces fit and everything." Ms. Zoe laughed maniacally as she grabbed Erwin and waltzed out the door. "This is going to be the best birthday celebration he's ever had!"
Curious, I opened the bag and let it fall to the floor. There was no instruction picture this time; my costume was almost exactly the same, save for two adjustments.
My shorts had been switched out for a different pair, which was basically the same thing...except for the brown, fluffy tail attached to the back. I gaped in astonishment at the soft tail in my hands. What am I supposed to be, a dog?! I looked at the other addition and sighed. I was holding a pair of brown, furry ears. Apparently, yes. Resigned, I put on the outfit just like I had on my first day of training. The tail waved behind me as I walked around the studio, but the ears looked slightly awkward. I chose to wear my cloak, so I could at least feel a little less embarrassed for the first three or so seconds of my performance. Even after my first few performances, I was still really shy about showing so much skin in public. I forgot to be embarrassed after I was sucked into the music onstage, but still, the first few seconds of every performance was almost humiliating.
I poked my head outside the door and came face-to-face once again with Ms. Zoe. She yanked me out and studied me from top to bottom. She grinned and adjusted my ears, making sure they were firmly on my head and in place. "You look adorable, Eren. Just like a lost little puppy." She shared a laugh with Erwin after saying that. "Oh, before you perform, keep the hood of your cloak on. Don't take it off until you toss off the cloak, okay? And don't say anything before you start dancing. Got it?"
I nodded. I'd probably be too nervous too say anything anyway, so that order was a relief.
"We have 30 minutes until your performance. Walk around, talk to your friends, drink some water. I've got a certain...person to pick up, so just relax and don't mess up your costume before then!" Ms. Zoe beamed at me and shooed me away before striding to the garage. Wait, this place has a garage? Erwin saw me staring after Ms. Zoe and chuckled again.
"We have valet parking too. She likes to park herself, though. Come on, why don't you come talk to Petra and the gang over here?" I agreed and followed him to where the other performers were standing around chatting.
"Auruo, what'd you get him for his birthday?" Petra smiled at me as she asked Auruo.
"I got him a-" Auruo was cut off by a look from Erwin. "What? I was gonna say, I got-Ohhhh. Uh, I got him a nice gift. That's all. It's not bad, it's probably better than a lot of yours, but you know, it's not too expensive, because we all know how-oops, uh, well, it's a pretty nice g-FUUCK." He clapped his hands to his mouth as a thin trickle of blood dripped through his fingers. As he'd been fumbling with his words, he'd accidentally bitten his tongue, as he did every so often. I was honestly surprised he could still talk normally.
After about ten minutes of chatting, I started to feel nervous. What if I messed up? What if the guest hated me and got me fired? I politely excused myself and walked around the club, chatting with the bartenders and greeting the occasional guest. Calm down, Eren. You'll be fine.
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Strip For Me
RomanceDesperate for money to pay for his mother's hospital bills, Eren Jaeger gets offered a job by the owner of the most prestigious strip club in the world. He rooms with the hottest guy on campus, Levi Ackerman. A slipped thought, a late shift, and a f...