Aug 18, 2025
@fairytca
phoenix breathed deep with a thrumming sense of nerves. this was not where he was supposed to be. he wasn't supposed to be doing things like this. but the threat of secrets spilling out had more than backed up the mafia princess into the corner. so phe had a job as a dancer and that meant each night, giving the person who had control over him a dance and then some in one of the private rooms. the swing of the hips are exaggerated, even behind the closed doors of said private room. "hello. how is your night?" it's a tight throated greeting as phoenix slid onto the other's lap.