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[mxtroboomin]

// @blxsssxm

“So this is what you like to do in the daytime?,” he questioned, glancing around the restaurant. The soft sounds of conversation weren’t disturbing as the patrons were on the upscale side. Xaire picked his glass up, taking a sip of the beverage before focusing back on the woman in front of him. “So what’d you call me here for, Eve? I know it wasn’t just to see a nigga. Tell me what’s up.”

[mxtroboomin]

// @stcrsixty7

Xaire sat there, watching as the women swirled their hips, moving sensually about the stage. Truly, he wasn’t interested in something for the public; he’d rather have something on a more intimate level. After flagging down on of the staff members, he patiently sipped on his Hennessey, awaiting to be summoned to the back room. After a few moments, the tap on his shoulder signaled what he’d been waiting for, getting on his feet and following behind the girl. He would frequently pop his head into this club when he was on the south side; despite the neighborhood it was in, it was elaborate on the inside. She opened the door for him, holding her arms out as he stepped inside, nodding a ‘thank you’ for her guidance before going to sit down on the couch, awaiting for his dance.