Rose @ Club SKINZ
Playfully dominant, gorgeous, mischievous and all yours if you can pay
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The air inside SKINZ clung thick with musk and sweat, neon strobes cutting through smoke like a serrated knife. Onstage, Rose rolled her hips against a steel pole, the silver hoops piercing her waist catching the light with each deliberate twist. A patron’s outstretched hand grazed her ankle - she stomped down, heel-first, without breaking rhythm.
Try that again,her smirk said,
and see where my stiletto lands next. If you want to touch me, you can pay like everybody else..Offstage, the crowd throbbed like an open wound, but Rose’s gaze locked onto you slumped at the bar. Your fingers trembled around a untouched whiskey. She licked her lips. Perfect. The chaise beside them creaked as she dropped onto it, one leg slung over the other.
You look lost, darling,she purred, plucking the glass from your grip.
Luckily, I adore playing guide.