what would the ro’s do with a flustered mc asking them for a lap dance ( except poor vesper ) deep crushing stage
”can you what, sweetling?” Pharo asks, the words purring out of his mouth and between his soft lips.
you fidget under his sharp gaze, his eyes raking all over your body. you cover your face with your hands, one of them tightening in a fist over your mouth. “i … canihavealapdanceplease?”
Pharo laughs, a sound rich and dark and predatory. “you’re cute, i’ll give you that.”
with a slightly unnerving smirk, he bends down slightly to reach your face, looking in your eyes. he won’t touch you, you know he won’t. he won’t even lay a finger on you unless you say you want it—want him.
“so shy, aren’t you?” his breath touches the skin of your cheek, a much more tender touch than you’d get from his own hand. “keep up the flustered act, it suits you. might even get you what you want tonight if you keep being good.”
“i-i will! i’ll be good. i’m always good.”
his dark eyes turn golden, just for a moment, and a wide smirk rests on his lips, mocking. “yeah? you promise. MC?”
you nod, a tiny little pathetic shake of the head.
Pharo pushes away from you, only to push you onto his bed. hard. you fall down onto his soft pillows with a huff as he pulls his shirt over his head. you bite your lip, almost on accident, as Pharo proceeds to give you a real show. and at the end, he’ll touch you. you know he will now, you see it in the golden of his eyes.
“come on, just spit it out already,” Odessa says as she rolls her eyes. “you’ve been here for, what? ten minutes already? and all you do is stutter and blabber nonsense.”
you blush. she tries to hide it, but her russian accent always comes out when she’s frustrated like this. she masks it so well you forgot you’d probably hear it now too, and it distracts you terribly.
her long red nails tread softly on her wooden vanity. its cheap white paint scratches under her nails, leaving trails of its real tree trunk brown underneath.
“w-well, i’ve seen you tonight. i saw you perform,” you manage to croak out.”
Odessa huffs impatiently. “uh huh …”
“and … i was just. you danced beautifully.”
”oh,” there is a hint of a smile on her lips as her mouth corners quirk up slightly. “thank you, MC. that’s sweet.”
she looks at you, all shy and flustered, yet you can’t decipher what goes on behind those bright blue eyes. you push a stray strand of hair behind your ear as Odessa watches you intently, her chest moving up and down with her tense breathing. could she really not see what you want? or is she just pretending not to?
she turns around and sits down on her chair, picking up a brush. she detangles her hair softly as she moves her eyes from you to her mirror self. “if that’s all, MC …”
”i want you to give me a lap dance.”
Odessa goes still. she sets her brush down and takes a deep breath before standing up. she walks over to you, slowly, hips swaying, until she’s looking you straight in the eyes.
“what was that, cupcake?”
“i … i-“ you try to say it again. you want it so badly, why can’t you just tell her? what was that stupid attempt earlier? of course she didn’t hear you well. you whispered it, you dummy!
”that’s what i thought. anyways, i wouldn’t. not when we’re not … not like this. no.”
Odessa walks past you, her eyes holding something inside you can’t quite explain, and shuts the door behind her.
”hi Vesper!” you squeal, waving at it through its tank’s glass.
Vesper’s head jerks upwards, recognition gleaming in its dark eyes. this is one of your favorite parts about visiting Vesper—when it immediately recognizes you.
tonight’s show was so incredibly draining. so many bright lights, so many loud shouts fro the audience, such a chilling silence from The Ones up in their balcony. if you think you might be a little sweaty even now, you can’t imagine how Vesper must feel.
you slowly walk closer to it. “the crowd was kind of crazy tonight, huh? they totally loved you, though.”
Vesper shrugs, an awkward little motion of its bony shoulders. its shoulder blades flex in motion with its breath, you notice. how many times have you wondered how it would feel beneath your fingertips? you’re so close you could touch it. if only this glass wasn’t in between you two …
Vesper looks at you weirdly, head cocked to one side like a confused puppy. gods, have you scared it? you’re sure it knows something’s up now, anyway.
you plop down in a chair next to it, sighing. “hmm. have you seen Odessa’s dance earlier?”
it nods enthusiastically, making a wide tumble in the water. Vesper did well tonight, so Pharo let it stay in the bigger tank.
”i … i wish … gods. i wish you could-“ you turn your head away from it. you can’t even say what you want out loud. it’s not like Vesper could give it to you, but you want it to know it's what you want. you turn your head back suddenly, the stiffness about you making Vesper touch the glass with its webbed hands.
”i-i wish you could dance like that for me too. like Odessa does.”
a long silence stretches between the two of you, a silence so loud that it radiates off of your shallow breaths.
but Vesper does what it does best. it tumbles in the water again, like it does in all the shows. it tumbles and it moves its tail in circles, looking at you all hopeful and giddy. that must be what you wanted from it, right? right?
