@jaehwcs After his stage performance that evening, and after collecting the tips from his underwear, Minsung Heads back onto the floor and coaxes the generally already intoxicated customers to have one more drink. He goes to the bar to order for them, winking cheerfully at the bartender as he does so, scanning the bar stools for anyone who might want a private dance with Club Aura’s prettiest stripper. On his second round of drink collections, he sees a man that looks familiar, but Minsung isn’t sure from where. The stripper is generally pretty good with with faces, seeing as that’s a part of his side job, but he can’t place him. Mildly frustrated with himself, he puts on a cheerful smile as he delivers a round of drinks to a rowdy table of 20-somethings. He doesn’t even notice his ass getting smacked, so focused is he on remembering who that man is. A few minutes later, it clicks. Minsung has seen this man’s face before on the picture that is sitting in the pocket of his jeans in the back room. Someone had given him a job this morning, sending him the photo and a list of known associates that he hadn’t gotten the chance to read yet. What a stroke of luck! That his newest target is right there. Genuinely happy, Minsung walks over under the pretense of reaching for some napkins and flashes the man a smile. “Hey there handsome~ How’s your evening going so far?”