#burlesqueverse

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4th Person: A lap dance

At this time of night, Tyler was drunk. Still doing his job to the best of his ability, but drunk nonetheless. Seeing Stiles seated in her usual directing spot he swaggered over in her direction. He wasn't even sure how to go about this type of thing himself but the routine on stage was similar to what he was about to imitate. "Want to see my impression of them?" He asked, cocking his head in the direction of the stage. Not waiting for an answer he straddled Stiles' waist, griding his hips down on her center and tracing his hand over the curve of her chin so their eyes locked - lips leaning down to meet hers before relaxing into the touch. Teasing while he could, he created some friction before pulling back again and standing up. "No need for a tip." 

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+ burlesqueverse; open

After hours was the time that Tyler least enjoyed as an employee of the club. Left behind were the stale and half-filled bottles that the costumers or - as they preferred to call them - clients had left behind. Barely touched food and sometimes he even played a game with himself to find something stranger left behind than the previous nights. As the bouncer his job was to make sure everyone had actually left the building, that there was no one hiding under the stage or trying to sneak behind to see the girls without an appointment. Making his way down the back hallway he was looking down at a note in his pocket when he collided with someone else and doubled back in step in reaction to this. Tyler brushed off the front of his shirt looking up to see who he had run into.