#{threads:wren}

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@lovcfoolsx

wren looked over at the booth next to them. sometimes they liked to see what the patrons of the club were doing- make sure they were enjoying themselves. this one seemed...nervous? scared? maybe it was just their face. "hey. don't look so nervous over there," wren leaned over the booth breaker. "is it your first time in a str.ip club?" as eyes adjusted more to the form next to them, they smiled more and more. hot. very hot. "you want to join me over here?"

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@thursdaygrl

some members of wren's group liked glitz and glamor. like the elevation that being a mob member could elevate one too. they enjoyed the grime. the dark thumping bass of a slightly seedy strip club and the haze of smoke in the air. one hand tapped the couch arm as they let dark eyes settle onto the person next to them. "go on and leave me for now. this one wants to talk," a nod from the other and wren looked up at the other. "you enjoying the view?"