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She stood resting against the cold concrete wall, the smoke of the cigarette sliding out of her half-open lips like a weightless snake as she inhaled the crisp night air, her lungs becoming a little bit lighter with each sharp inhale she made.

Eyes of molten gold were narrowed as cold fingers touched the back of her neck, the ink of the tattoo deeply ingrained into her skin as she unconsciously traced the outline of it. The tattoo carried the same name as the club she worked at, it was called the “Riptide.”

Lumine sometimes wondered what was the meaning behind such a strange name but never came up with a logical answer. The owner of the place had a strange taste, to say the least, his identity practically anonymous and only known to a few certain people within the hierarchy of the place she worked at.

Each person working there had to get at the very least a semi-permanent tattoo, given that the place was highly secured and the staff would only get in by confirming their identity via the tattoo. Lumine never knew why such a dumb requirement was in place, a staff ID card would’ve probably sufficed however, it wasn’t her place to question it either, she was just an employee, after all.

She was almost a year into her employment when she decided to make a permanent tattoo to save her the hassle of having a fake tattoo re-done each month, it wasn’t like it was ugly or if someone would know where she works just by looking at it. No, it was simply just annoying to deal with, a minor issue that irked her. So she dropped a few thousand mora to get it done permanently and was relieved, knowing that she never had to worry about it coming off ever again.

The strangest thing about the whole place, however, was the fact that each of the girls working there had tattoos in different places, for example, her friend Mona had one on her thigh while Lumine’s was on the back of her neck.

Even the club’s manager, Lisa had one tattooed on the top of her right breast, it was also probably the reason why Lisa always walked around with low-cut blouses, all flirty and whatnot despite her kind personality (that sometimes would turn borderline sadistic if triggered).

At times the blonde stripper would hear the other girls at the club talking. Riptide was only one of the few regional clubs in the city of Liyue, so whenever the regional manager Signora would come around, Lumine would always hear strange rumors circulating around.

There was one rumor in particular that stood out. People gossiped that the mark they had tattooed resembled the infamous Fatui insignia. And for that matter, it was important to note, that the Fatui were known as a tight mafia ring under the rule of the ruthless Tartaglia, a cunning Snezhnayan man whose unpredictable personality kept his enemies guessing his every move.

However, all of that were just baseless rumors and the business they ran was far from anything illegal you’d find in the underground areas of the city. Lumine always shrugged it off, yes, most of her salary came in cash but so what? She was still legally employed and that’s all that mattered. For fuck’s sake, she even paid her taxes, so what else was there to discuss?

While she was considered a sex worker she never actually had sex with her clients, the club was a place for the prestige after all, and the fantasy had to be kept intact, so the most she did was provide her clients with private lap dances at the booths upstairs when required.

Sighing, the blonde tossed the remnants of the cigarette on the damp ground, using the heel of her foot, she pushed it roughly before twisting the sharp edge of her heel a little, pushing it further into concrete.

Her break was coming to an end and that meant it was time for the second part of her shift.

4 AM at Riptide

Lumine woved her way between the tables of marble even in the near darkness until she reached a long narrow platform on the side of the room, opposite the bar that looked like three of the mini stages pushed together. It was only a few minutes later when she was heading towards the dressing room, slipping past a narrow staircase, out of the visitor’s sight.

When the blonde slumped back into her chair, she looked at the black, lacy mask in her hands, some rhinestones adorned the nearly see-through mask, that in reality wasn't meant to cover up anything, it was just for the show. That's why the small piece of fabric was meant to go around her eyes, giving off an illusion of an alluring, masked woman, a fantasy premise that the club was meant to deliver given its nature and clients.

Standing up with a groan, the blonde deposited her purse into the small locker that belonged to her, the one with the dark blue lock and number four on it. Just a moment later she noticed a soft rustle behind her and when she turned around, she saw girls strut around in their thongs, high heels, tiny tank tops, and some of them, nothing at all.

The sight was nothing unusual to her, it was an everyday occurrence and probably every man’s dream if she was being honest.

Stretching her limbs out lazily, the blonde sat down by her mirror to touch up her makeup, noticing Mona shuffle next to her as she added another layer of mascara to her jade eyes.

“Rough shift, huh?” Lumine asked, the corners of her lips quirking up a little.

“Yeah, that asshole of a client requested a private lapdance again.” Mona groaned, pushing her long raven locks off her shoulder to reveal her petite figure. “I don’t understand why he keeps asking for me when all he does is complain every time I start dancing!” She huffed before closing the tube of her mascara ferociously. “Anyway gotta go before that asshole will complain to Lisa again, I can’t be even a minute late.” The woman rolled her eyes before standing up in front of a full-body mirror, making sure her witchy attire was intact as she pulled her black thighs higher up her body.

“I can imagine girl,” Lumine’s eyes softened slightly as she observed her friend. “You can fish out a cigarette from my purse later, if you’d like, of course.” She offered kindly.

“That will depend on how pissed off I will be after this but thanks for offering anyway.” Mona said as she walked out, waving to Lumine before she disappeared behind the door.

Lumine went back to trying to make herself as presentable as possible. She started teasing her hair, spraying it with the water bottle, and scrunching it with some mousse until she was satisfied with the results. Long waves of voluminous and starlight wavy hair fell over her shoulders and back.

"5 minutes!" She heard Lisa’s voice as she peeked through the thick, red curtain.

Lumine nodded before getting up.

4 AM at Riptide

The music took a darker turn after she came out, a heavy thumping base that would be easy to swing to played, and the dance floor was already pretty much full. However, it was mostly men in suits, taking up booths around the club. Smoke heavily permeated the air.

As soon as Lumine stepped out, she was immersed into this sinful world back again. The place was lit up by different shades of red that slowly morphed into pink and then purple, giving the club a sexy kind of vibe. 

There were tables on the sides along with some black U-shaped couches and some coffee tables with red couches in the middle of the room, further away from the booths. The place itself created two paths, one of them took Lumine off to pole four. The main stage was decorated with expensive-looking hand-shaped statues and right across from it, there was a bar with at least ten stools.

Pole four was a bit out of the way, farther from the bar and the main stage where she could see Eula—the most talented dancer of the club—preparing for her big act of the night. Lumine climbed the stairs quickly, up to the protection of the little rounded stage. She could already feel the eyes on her, crawling over her skin like parasites, so typical of them.

She could see more men in suits pouring into the building and finding booths, as full as the club was it always had to accommodate the clients no matter how busy it would get.

Lumine sashayed fluidly, and confidently as she made her way to the pole in the center of the upraised platform. A sexy, inviting look accented by painted, pouty lips and half-lidded eyes of mesmerizing molten gold adorned by indigo-colored eyeshadow that peeked through even as she wore a mask around her eyes. She had a serene and almost innocent look about her, even with that alluring face of hers.

She gave a few loose swings around the pole, the music picked up as the clock struck 2 AM and she began the second part of her night. She allowed her body to swing around the pole in its normal sway, body grinding upon the unforgiving metal surface.

She twirled and bounced, running her hands slowly and surely along the front of her own taut, young physique, in a path which more than one man in attendance surely wanted to travel himself.

Even he.

4 AM at Riptide

To say he was pissed off was an understatement. After their deal with the Inazuma’s Yakuza heir Kamisto Ayato fell out, he was ready to destroy everything in his path.

After he came back from Inazuma he couldn’t help but smash everything in his way, bloodied hand running through his fire-colored hair as he tried to calm down, a bead of sweat hanging on by a thread at the corner of his brow as he frowned.

He needed to get his mind off things, preferably now.

His pedantic and controlling behavior got the best of him as he had his personal driver take him to one of his clubs in town so he could inspect the work of the employees for himself.

He was not in the mood to deal with anything less than perfection, that was simply just the way he did business.

So when he finally entered the Riptide at around 1 AM in the morning, exhausted after his flight and still rather pissed off, he couldn’t help but try to look for imperfections. Whether it would be the dancers, the bar staff, or even the managers running the place in his absence.

Of course, barely anyone knew who he was, his identity had to be kept a secret from everyone except a select few so when it came to experiencing everything from the customer’s point of view he was the best person for the job when it came to inspecting.

His eyes scanned the crowd for a place to sit. He just wanted a nice corner to watch a couple of dancers for a few hours, have a drink, and preferably relax a little after the tense week he had.

If he could get all of that without any fuck ups he’d be more than satisfied to end his day just like that.

It wasn’t a surprise when Scaramouche came to his side holding a drink, and Tartaglia took it, without thinking too much of it.

“What brings you here on a weekday night?” He grumbled as he searched for a place to sit, his eyes finding a dark corner near the bar as he settled himself on one of the stools, having Scaramouche do the same.

“Does that really matter to you, boss ?” The man clicked his tongue as he swirled the amber-colored drink in his hand, the ice clubs clanking against each other.

“No, not really,” Tartaglia said in all honesty. “As long as you are not stalking someone, that is.” There was a slight smirk on the handsome man’s face.

The club slowly filled up with even more people as it was nearing 2 AM already, his eyes briefly flickered over a few exotic dancers that were already dancing, warming up the stage for the second half, however, his eyes weren’t too pleased with what he saw so far.

“And what if I am?” He heard the balladeer say, his voice brimming with poison.

“You can fuck them, just make sure they are alive enough to show up for their next shift. I won’t tolerate you killing any of my employees. Understood?” Tartaglia’s expression was now stoic, however, something deep and borderline threatening flickered within his cobalt eyes when he faced his friend.

“I guess that means I can leave you alone to enjoy the show,” There was a smirk on Scaramouche’s face as he stood up, gulping down the rest of his drink in one go before leaving the glass rest on the bar table behind them.

“Go before I will change my mind.” Tartaglia sighed, not in the mood to deal with Scaramouche’s antics, giving him a free pass for the night.

The balladeer left without another word.

4 AM at Riptide

His fingers absentmindedly tapped onto the sticky bar as he pressed his back against it just moments after he had ordered another drink, his gaze intent on finding something even mildly interesting about the entire place or at the very least, the people who worked there.

The crowd didn't have to wait for a long time as a new set of dancers came out into the bright lights. The dancers came out one by one and although their figures were alluring and he was pretty sure they were beautiful women, as they were selected by Lisa herself, but he couldn't care less to spare a moment looking at their faces, even when it came to the main dancer that was everyone’s fantasy of an ice-cold princess, and the club's main attraction— Eula.

It wasn’t until she came out that his interest was piqued.

Tartaglia pursed his lips, and although he had a stoic look on his face he couldn’t help but clench the drink in his hand unconsciously. 

Excitement rushed into his veins as he grazed the curves of her body lightly with his dark ocean-deep eyes.

By the time he was done looking at her body, she was already swaying her hips along to the beat. Long, gleaming starlight hair waved and curled down to the small of her back as she moved fluidly about, heels enhancing her already long legs. Her body was encased in some kind of a black lacy do-up and Tartaglia sucked in a breath, it barely covered anything.

Her golden cat-like shaped eyes gleamed in the darkness as she threw sultry smiles at the audience that quickly gathered around her, but upon another glance more than so, it seemed that she ignored most of the men, even after they threw thick bills directly at her.

Another icy queen? No, it seemed like there was something more to her than that.

Regardless, he was interested as he swallowed down thickly. Lacy mask on her face did little to hide her unholy facial expressions, as it was laced around her eyes carefully, only bringing them out. Her eyelids were covered in indigo-colored eyeshadow, lined by a thick black line along her lash line. The amount of makeup she had on made her eyes look as if they were sparkling. The color scheme on her face only enhanced the vivid color of her already sultry gaze.

Her body was like waves, hips rounding and arms going above her head, following the beat of the music. Her eyes were now closed as she danced as if she was lost in her own little world. Her skin was pale and creamy, covered in dark, purple, red, and hot pink shadows that almost morphed into one flat color given all the smoke and heat that covered the entire building from the inside.

The mafia boss' eyes lingered on her body more than necessary, his mind filled with vivid images of doing rather explicit things and he found his pants tightening significantly just at the thought of it. 

She wouldn't stop crossing and uncrossing her legs. It was fucking maddening. It was like she was sitting right in front of him, clad in that skin-tight, black, lacy bodysuit and she wouldn't stop crossing and uncrossing her legs. Fucking infuriating. Like, where else was he supposed to look?

Rounded thighs and bottom tantalized him; her long torso was emphasized by her more-than-a-handful breasts that dipped down tantalizingly into her lingerie. As she came up from another graceful move Tartaglia felt a rush of heat coiling at the bottom of his abdomen and fuck, he almost wished she could spare him with that alluring, cat-like gaze of hers just once.

And it wasn't just her set of lingerie that brought his eyes to her body, no, there was more to it. Like, yes, obviously it was sexy as hell. It emphasized all of those delicious-looking curves, making his fingers twitch in anticipation, but it wasn't just that.

It was the confidence. The fierceness. The go-getter attitude she excluded.

Something predatory flickered within his eyes when she moved her hair to the side, revealing the Riptide tattoo that he could’ve recognized everywhere. She brushed her fingers over it innocently, making his cock jump in his pants.

The aroused mafia boss grit his teeth and forced himself to look away. Why was she torturing him like this? Was it on purpose? Agitatedly, he began tapping his foot. From the corner of his cobalt-colored eyes, he saw her flip the wavy strands of blonde hair over her shoulder, the image whether he wanted to or not was already fucking ingrained into his brain.

Enough was enough. 

He downed the rest of his drink down, placing a bill on the table before throwing his expensive coat over his shoulder and walking out, his mood less sour but his frustration at an all-time high as he inhaled the crisp night air.

He didn’t even get to inspect the place, that damn woman distracted him unknowingly to her.

4 AM at Riptide

He didn’t know why he was there the next night as well. He was half-drunk, brows furrowed as he questioned Lisa about the blonde’s whereabouts and shift schedule in a way that he thought was discreet.

“You know, if you are interested in her, I could definitely arrange a private lap dance for you.” The brunette offered, a mischievous smile on her lips as her eyes glinted with something he couldn’t quite catch. “She doesn’t need to know your identity, Viatrix will treat you as any other client, unless you, of course, want a special treatment.”

“Nonsense,” He declined immediately. “I’m here to inspect the club and its workers, nothing more, nothing less, Lisa.” He then added, voice somewhat less confident in his drunken state.

“Oh is that so?” There was a faint smile tugging at the corner of her plump lips as Lisa clicked her tongue in amusement. “Wouldn’t inspecting the quality of lap dances also be in your to-do list, Sir?” She mocked a little further.

“Lisa, watch your mouth and just do your job.” Tartaglia threatened with a grit of his teeth, blowing cigarette smoke directly into her face, the cold metal of his gun poking at her side. “I won’t be this lenient next time.”

“My apologies, Sir, I will make sure to keep that in mind.” The woman shook her head lightly, the bouncy brown curls framing her face as she hid another smile with the back of her hand, her eyes narrowing. “Anything else I could do for you then?”

“No.” He cut her off completely, a single word was enough to let her know that the conversation was done. “Get back to work.” He then added after a moment.

The club’s manager never answered as she slipped out of his sight just as quickly as she appeared, leaving him by himself.

Somehow he was relieved when he found the same spot by the bar as yesterday, it was unoccupied and it let him observe the dancers from a proper distance.

That also included her, of course.

Lisa informed him of her schedule for the night, so he knew she should be soon coming out.

Lumine Viatrix.

That was the name she carried, and somehow, he found it suiting. Maybe it was her looks or the way she carried herself, well, that didn’t matter given he was there just to observe.

It wasn’t until Lumine’s heeled foot made a little restless motion as she approached the main stage. It reminded Tartaglia of a cat's tail, flicking back and forth as it surveyed its prey. He wanted to think she had done this while looking at him, but the reality was different, the whole goddamn club was watching her do this.

The redhead couldn't keep himself from glancing at the movement, inadvertently watching her lean back on her hands and she crossed her legs for the first time that night. Her chest was pushed out in this position, the perkiness of her breasts straining the delicate lace. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes, crossing his own legs at the feeling of his pants tightening, again.

He was so caught up in her performance that it took him a while to notice the men that were already there, leaning against the bar, and soon they were joined by two other men dressed in suits. Both of them were tall and wide-backed, resting in the plush seats while holding expensive cocktails in their hands.

The group of men were chatting, and Tartaglia couldn't really care less if not for the fact that they were talking about her.

"Fuck, have you seen the blonde one? Whoever runs this place…man they just keep bringing in fuckin' models. A fuckin' bomb I'm tellin' ya!" Said one of the men.

"I'd have that blonde whore on her knees in no time and straight around my cock with that pretty red mouth of hers, she looks like the type to like it rough." Another one laughed, looking at the other man that only nodded in agreement, his face hidden from the view.

Tartaglia gripped his shot of fire-water tightly, the clear glass around his fingers cracking 

slightly.

Something about the way they spoke about her struck a nerve, and the infamous mafia leader knew they wouldn't live to see another day.

Peering at them through the corner of his eyes, he took notice of their faces.

Nothing gets past him, and he will make sure they will pay for offending him, even if it wasn’t direct.

And by paying, he meant that he would kill them, using his very own hands.

After all, everything in this club belonged to him, her included.

4 AM at Riptide

Another week had passed in a blur and it was just another night shift for her.

As Lumine finally entered the dressing room, she let out a deep sigh of relief, her back was pressed against the cool cement wall as she did her best to control her legs in case she slid down. The night was far from over and she was already simply exhausted.

Her sweaty back was hot against the wall as she paused to catch her breath. She didn't know why it felt like the air had been snatched from her lungs. She felt like she had been running miles. Pole dancing was hard, and it was quite the workout if she was being honest.

Like the other girls, the blonde took out her money and began to count it, she ran her hands over the wrinkled stack of mora. She wasn't quite sure about her nightly goal so she figured that she would have to either do more dancing or offer up some lap dances. She sighed again, sticking the dirty money into the lacy bodysuit over her handful mounds, hoping it wasn't sticking out too much.

She eyed a few new faces in the large dressing room, a small group of women were sharing various items with each other, touching up either their makeup or hair. Lumine thought about approaching them, but she was too tired mentally to engage in any sort of conversation with the unknown colleagues. The golden-eyed woman silently hoped they didn't care much for her or at the very least haven't noticed her yet.

Time flew by as she heard Lisa’s voice from behind her.

"Break is over, let's get back to work, you guys are meant to be on rotation for lap dances now." She heard Lisa's soft voice instructing them after a few minutes of silence. The girls nodded in return as they turned around, leaving the dressing room behind.

Lumine scoffed, certainly not in the mood to do lapdances tonight, given that she didn’t think anyone would go for her anyway. She rarely had requests for lap dances, though she was pretty popular as a dancer, men were mostly intimidated by her, or simply couldn’t afford her.

Most of her money came from the stage itself.

Seeing that Lisa didn’t tell her anything else, she took it as a hint to get back to the main stage.

4 AM at Riptide

Feeling her pulse picking up again Lumine took a peek at the busy ground floor, her gaze running around the ghostly faces of men that blurred thanks to the bright lights.

She couldn't help the feeling of dread as goosebumps formed and prickled at her skin as she looked over the crowd of heavily drunk and intoxicated men. She knew no one could touch her unless she explicitly would let them but that didn’t mean she liked that much attention anyway.

Knowing she would have to ice her shins tonight with the stiffness she felt there she slipped back into the club. The night had picked up a bit in the half-hour she had been away. More people joined the dance floor, there were some bodies grinding on the floor and the bar seemed to pick up. The bartenders darted back and forth to fulfill drink orders.

She made her way back, stopping near the entrance to the main stage where she had danced earlier, she noticed another dancer occupying her spot, Eula still hadn't finished with her performance.

It was only another moment when Eula made her last spin around the pole for the night, she quickly stashed money into her bra before disappearing, a faint smile was thrown Lumine’s way as the blonde sighed and nodded in return without saying another word, they were both tired.

When she at last finally walked out she scanned the crowd again. Even if some men kept their hands to themselves, she could still feel their gazes crawling all over her exposed flesh, imagining her doing things dirtier than what she had shown around the pole already. They were drinking in her appearance, their desire to see her naked more than just visible, it was vibrating out of their heated bodies.

Lumine’s mouth felt extra dry as she swallowed, the taste of fresh mint cascading down her throat as she stepped onto the stage slowly. The red-purplish lights fogged her vision black, making her usually bright eyes dim by adding a few darker shades of gold to them.

Her long fingers wrapped around the cool silver metal. The blonde’s body slowly started swaying with the overly loud music under the dim lights of the club, and she circled the metal pole almost effortlessly, just like she always did.

There was money being thrown beneath her feet already, but she didn’t come close enough to get it, nor did she let any of the disgusting men near the stage touch even an inch of her skin. She tried keeping her distance for as long as she could, she was not in the mood tonight.

The stage lights bounced off of the white sequins of her bra and thong, reflecting all sorts of bright colors across the black-mesh bodysuit she wore underneath. Her legs were elongated by the black platform heels that melted right into the outfit as she continued her sensual dance. 

She didn’t just spin around the pole as most new starters did, she was climbing up it, flipping herself upside down, and holding onto it with just her legs alone. Of course, given her practice, she wasn’t just a starter, she knew exactly what she was doing, she was giving it her all.

She lifted her long, shapely legs, stretching them upward and bending them to show more of her shaped ass, before resuming her attention onto the valley of her own breasts, hips still in motion. She ran her fingers through her hair, smoothing the starlight locks over the front of her body. 

The strobing lights above bounced off of her cleavage, pulling the crowd’s focus there until Lumine's hips started moving like a wave against the cold metal again. 

Her hands traveled along the inside of her thighs, flickering over her waist, and then stopping only for a moment to cup her covered breast, before coming back over her long neck and threading through her hair again, careful so as not to remove the mask that held her mysterious persona together. 

The black polka-dot mesh over her face hid her scrutinizing gaze and made it seem like her half-lidded eyes were filled with lust instead. 

Dancing along with the music, Lumine elegantly climbed up the pole again, more slowly this time, allowing the predatory eyes to graze her figure. Her eyes moved to the pile of mora on the ground as she briefly thought about the best way to collect it.

And then, just when her tired eyes looked up from the paper-littered floor, she was met by the piercing gaze of a shadowed figure. He was leaning back against the wall with his hands shoved hidden into the pockets of his expensive silk suit. The moving lights sometimes caught his deep and penetrating ocean gaze and a glimpse of hair that reminded her of wild flames, making a few of the stray pieces look almost scarlet under the fluorescent lights.

Her breath caught in her throat, and all she could see was him and his intense gaze peering right into her eyes.

Long hair dangled over her form, separated by big chunky strands, making her look almost celestial in the dim lighting, despite her revealing outfit or her naughty movements.

She was trapped by it, frozen upside down on the pole like a beckon, the deepest pair of eyes she had ever seen were glowering back at her. Smoldering her.

Lumine didn't know if she could call this sudden feeling lust, but what she did know was the fact, that it bloomed up into her stomach from the pits of her core, warm and slow, it set her veins on fire like lava, slowly moving up until she felt it right in her throat. 

Spinning down and ending her dance, Viatrix swiftly grabbed her money and doing what other dancers did as well, she blew kisses at her audience in a hasty manner and beat retreat for the side door that led to the dressing rooms, skin on fire the whole way there, burning black eyes tracking her movements.

She never tried to pay a lot of attention to the clients attending the club, but she couldn’t help it this time, not when a man like him was undressing her with his eyes alone.

Only one question swirled in her mind.

Just who was that man?

4 AM at Riptide

She didn’t get the answer to that question the next night either, his eyes just followed her, swallowing each of her movements possessively. 

His gaze burned her, it brought a feeling buried deep inside of her, and it took all of her effort to not stroll down the stage and inspect him for herself.

The handsome and mysterious man had been the reason she picked up even more shifts for the next week, he was also the source of her relief when she was alone, fingers slipping past her wet core as she’d imagine his hands instead.

Fuck, she even started dancing better, putting all of herself into it just so he could enjoy watching her.

She put on a whole show just for him, imagining that it was only his eyes tracing her body as she’d slowly descend down to the floor, sensually dry humping the metal pole.

She hoped that she wasn’t the only one who felt the said attraction brewing between them, and she hoped, that he’d pay for a private lap dance, just so she could please him. She’d do get best to do that, given that it was something she wanted as well.

However, just like last night he only observed from the shadows, not daring to make another move other than watching her.

She walked into her break frustrated, and instead of a usual cigarette, she decided to grab a drink to quench her mild sexual frustration and thirst.

Somehow, she thought she’d catch him by the bar, but alas, he was gone already, leaving her high and dry.

After looking around for a couple more minutes she decided to grab a random man for a lap dance despite being on her break, piping down her dream of finding the mysterious handsome man any time soon. She had to work after all, and he wasn’t helping the cause at all.

Gulping down the rest of her mohito, she almost flinched out of her spot as she felt a warm hand on her shoulder, long fingers curling around the strap of her bodysuit, pulling it up before letting it smack against her skin. She stood there for a couple of seconds, contemplating if she should look over her shoulder, the man behind her clearly had a death wish.

She felt a pair of wet, hot lips touching the shell of her ear. "Were you looking for me?" His voice was a low rumble, a mere whisper that came out in a form of a hot breath against her flushed skin.

Her breath hitched just for a second before she caught herself, however, she couldn't stop a wave of heat that plunged down directly into her stomach thanks to the low rumble of his voice.

She slowly turned around, and saw a tall man with short, choppy orange hair, and dull blue eyes that were so deep she could practically drown in them.

He also wore a beaded earring with a red crystal on his left ear as an accessory. A few lighter blonde streaks could be seen in his hair, with the prominent one being on the left side of his bangs.

He wore a black suit jacket that was left unbuttoned at the end to reveal a no doubt expensive leather belt, and the maroon-colored shirt underneath. The shirt itself had a few buttons undone, giving her a peek at his chiseled chest and collarbone.

His whole outfit was accompanied by black silk pants and leather shoes to complete the look. He smelled of sea-breeze and spiced cedar, his smell strong even against all the alcohol and smoke that was up in the air as she felt slightly dizzy just by breathing him in.

Not letting herself be completely intimidated by him she decided to take things into her own hands. She gave him a coy smile, taking a few steps further to approach him. She raised one of her hands, long fingers were splayed on his hard chest before she used her green polished nails to scratch down slowly, almost teasingly so. She felt his muscles rippling under her touch as she raked her fingers a few more times, each time she pushed her fingernails further into his skin.

He bit down a groan that was making its way up to his throat.

"Are you by any chance looking for some fun, sir?" Lumine said almost mockingly, twirling a piece of wavy, starlight-colored hair around her finger. She looked at him, eyes half-lidded but still as bright as ever, even if they were somewhat covered by the lace that hung over her face thanks to the bunny ears she wore. 

He could still make out the golden eyeshadow sprinkled over her lids, the slight tint of blush over her cheekbones, the dark, red cherry lips that were slightly open and oh so inviting.

Fuck she looked so stunning, so alluring that he found it incredibly hard to focus on anything else but her, he wanted nothing else but to ravish her, show this entire fucking place who she belonged to.

Tartaglia didn’t know what he was thinking when he approached her, but he couldn’t find it in himself to regret it when the waistband of his pants felt way too restricting at that very moment.

He already requested her leave for the rest of the night, informing Lisa of it at the beginning of the night but it's not like she needed to know that, after all, once this is all over, she wouldn’t step foot into this place ever again unless she was glued to his side.

How many nights had he spent jerking off to the image of her face, lips, hips, or those goddamn legs of her? He didn’t know.

He couldn't miss the predatory gazes around them. Multiple pairs of eyes from every corner were following each and every one of their movements in anticipation, hoping that she would somewhat reject him last minute and choose one of them. Idiots.

He’d kill anyone who dared to request her personally, the three bastards from the week before were a good example of that, he had no mercy when he licked the end of his heated gun manically, seeing their bodies bleed out on the ground.

"Hmmm… maybe," He mused for a second, grabbing the same strand of hair she was twirling around her finger just seconds ago before he tugged it teasingly. "Are you going to dance for me, Zvezdochka?" He said, his voice a crushed velvet as she felt his breath ghosting and settling over her face. What was even worse was that she felt herself heating up, the odd nickname that rolled out of his tongue sent a pulsing sensation directly to her core.

She didn’t want to back down. She roughly grabbed him by the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the end of his tie curling around her tiny but fierce fist as she brought his face way closer than what seemed appropriate, feeling a hint of fire-water that he must've consumed earlier.

She licked her glossy lips, making them wet before she spoke again.

"If that's what you want, Sir." She grinned at him. Shit-eating, all-knowing, smug.

"If that's how you wanna play, girlie, we'll play." He smirked back, the same amount of smugness written all over his features as if challenging her back. 

This bastard was clearly enjoying this, and she couldn’t blame him for it as she played her part well too, enjoying this exchange between them just as much as he did.

She never fucked a client before but this man might just be an exception.

"I like playing." She ran her tongue over her lower lip, her voice a mere whisper against the loud, blazing music. "Please, make good use of me, sir." She whispered only for him to hear as her hot breath settled over his face and neck.

He chuckled darkly, the sound making Lumine's knees almost weak. "I will tell you a secret." He breathed. "Good girls get rewarded." He husked out.

Her eyelashes shadowed her cheekbones as she closed her eyes and hummed in return. The sound-making him groan silently enough only for her to hear.

He shouldn't have felt as turned on as he was now, he wasn't aware of this side of her and he wanted more of this, more of her.

Her core pulsed again, more violently this time as she heard his voice, fuck she was throbbing, and he wasn't even touching her. Fuck, fuck surely, he was playing with her, wasn't he? 

Well, that didn’t matter, she wanted more of this dark man, his tantalizing gaze had her hanging on by a thread.

"Then I will make sure to work hard for my reward, Sir." She said as she bit her lip, grabbing him by his hand, their fingers tangled messily as she quickly made her way through the crowd in hopes of reaching one of the private rooms soon. Her heart was beating against her ribcage rapidly as she tried her best to turn down her levels of excitement.

Their figures disappeared from the crowd completely as if they were never there in the first place.

4 AM at Riptide

After a few more minutes they were now walking alongside a long corridor that was hosting most of the private rooms in the club. Lumine's eyes scanned the variety of doors, noticing that some of the doors had red metal hanger tags on them, indicating that they were currently in use.

Her amber gaze fell on one of the doors with a green metal tag and she hurriedly approached it, curiously looking at the bouncer that stood near the door as the two of them finally arrived.

He briefly looked over Lumine and Tartaglia who was beside her before respectfully nodding, somewhat shaken, if his expression was anything to go by. Lumine decided to ignore the man’s shaken appearance, her mind hazy.

Lumine nodded back as if saying thanks before they entered the muted room.

He walked into the spacious room right after her, throwing one glance at his expensive watch. It was nearing 4 AM in the morning, he didn’t know how the night just flew by so quickly but.

Hot, neon pink lights lit and flickered across the room just enough to give the space a sensual, more personal vibe. She squinted her eyes, her gaze scanning the room almost suspiciously.

The private room was a luxury affair, dark burgundy and plum giving it a sophisticated feel, the space itself looked like some kind of booth. A metal gun-colored pole was stationed in the center, on a high platform, the whole ordeal reminded Lumine of a pedestal, where she was the main dish.

While Tartaglia was glancing around, he heard music being turned on somewhere in the room and he glanced over his shoulder, seeing the blonde woman work her way around the space.

Feeling his gaze on her she turned around, catching a glimpse of the dark, alluring man that was nearing one of the sofas.

He took her gaze as an indication to sit down, one of his hands resting against an armrest, his body slumped casually as he made himself comfortable.

A booth in a half-circle was apparently his final destination. The dim, red lighting only accentuated the gold and deep purple decorating from their superior view.

After all, he owned this whole place, there wasn’t anything that wasn’t his in this whole room

"Strip." He commanded then, his voice deep and low. His dark, stormy-blue eyes pierced her with interest. She shivered without meaning to do so, she didn’t know where this authoritative aura came from.

To say Lumine felt intimidated was an understatement, the man knew what he was doing.

“Not yet.” She then told him in response. “You have to wait for it.” She stood her ground.

A satisfied smirk flashed past his dangerous features.

He settled onto the big plush sofa, spreading his thighs wider so she could slot herself back between them, driven by curiosity to see what she had in mind rather than obedience. 

If there was a visible distinction, she hardly seemed to care. She only smiled coyly, happy that he didn't question her motives just yet as she stepped in between his legs, starting up a sensuous sway of her hips in rhythm with the speakers playing in the background, and the accompanying whispery hum under her breath.

The leather bodysuit accentuated her collarbone and shoulders, creamy skin contrasting heavily against the midnight black fabric, as his eyes fell to the fishnets she wore.

He was already planning on ripping them.

The only thing that the leather garment glued to her body was the swell of her breasts and hips.

She looked at the man, silky hair smoothing over her shoulders as she used her hand to flick the locks up in the air, sparing him a half-lidded, disinterested look that promised much more to come, voluminous hair fell back around her.

She had to be confident in her allure, especially in front of this man. He didn't ask for her to just strip, no, his words held something deeper within them.

Lumine used the opportunity to run her hands over her body sensually as she arched her back, relishing in the feeling as she imagined it being his large hands instead.

And as her palms reached the outer portion of her thighs, she brought them back up in a swift motion, brushing them past her mounds until she reached the top of the tight fabric, a breathless moan slipped past the pout of her lips. She used her long fingers brushing them past the back of her neck as she lifted the silk of her in both of her hands.

The club owner's gaze became more intense as he watched her with curiosity, his eyes ravishing her body shamelessly.

She sent him a coy smile over her shoulder, pushing a stray piece of hair under her ear as she pursed her lips into a soft, sultry pout, her lips lined with a deep shade of cherry red.

His fingers flexed from where they rested on his hard thighs, unsettled given their conversation from earlier. And when she leaned close, when the silk of her hair dangled between them, her long waves of blonde embracing him softly she whispered, “Who are you?”

“It depends on who asks.” He gave her a cryptic answer. 

He wanted to grab her now, press her to the nearest surface and pin her there beneath him to feel every inch of her skin, and every bit of her strength and skill that she demonstrated against the metal pole. She was a tantalizing woman, that much was apparent to him.

Her lips pressed to the shell of his ear as she whispered again, her voice so low to the point of almost being seductive, “Then why won’t you tell me as well, Sir?” A small smirk formed on her lips as she teasingly used the honorific of sir, letting it slide past her tongue with a soft click.

She slowly slid back, the silk of her hair brushing over his shoulders and arms before it completely slipped away. Her small, teasing, and barely-there touches were only magnified by her lips that looked stained in crimson, his favorite shade.

His hands clenched into fists. It would be weak to give in this soon in her game, so he spoke out instead.

“What if I would tell you I own this whole place, what then?” He teased with a low rumble reverberating through his chest.

The last part of the sentence was almost mocking but Lumine found her core throbbing again.

“Then I would be more than honored to be of service to you, Sir.” She cocked her head to the side, slim fingers slipping past her bottom lip as her eyes narrowed.

He wanted to gather up the strands of blonde hair and tug hard to bare the length of her throat. He wanted to rip that pretty lingerie of hers and make her so full of pleasure she could do nothing but scream and cry out for him.

But if she wanted patience from him, if she wanted to play this little game of hers, he would give that just as willingly.

At his apparent cooperation, the damn woman smirked, and let the lacework around her eyes fall from her face to the ground. And what a reward, to see the golden glint of her seductive, half-lidded eyes against the no less glorious seductive element of the black leather that was her bodysuit.

“Oh, you would?” He didn’t back down. “Even if that meant getting involved with the mafia of Liyue?”

She simmered with strength, a fierce killer's power lurking beneath her skin, yet she stood there between his legs clad in lingerie. It was incongruous, like everything about her, her endless contradictions between soft and sharp. 

“It’s nothing I wouldn’t consider,” She tried to play it cool, refusing to believe any of the ramblings coming out of his lips, however, the dangerous glint in his eyes somehow told her he was telling the truth. “But I would need proof.” She smirked.

Her fingers trailed up her stomach, her sternum, then along the top edge of the chest area, where the swell of her breasts met the delicate black fabric, drawing attention as if he wasn't already trying to take in every bit of her that he could.

His jaw worked with the wanting of her; he had to concentrate on not springing at her, lest he lose the gambit further.

“Don’t tempt me, Viatrix.” He then said through the grit of his teeth.

She couldn’t find it in herself to care about how he knew of her name.

Instead, she fiddled with the strap of her bodysuit, tugging it low enough he thought he might gain a glimpse of her pert nipple. Instead, she released the strap and danced backward, out of reach, and his hands involuntarily flexed towards her, lifting from his thighs before settling back empty.

“I wouldn’t dream of doing so, Sir.” She chuckled. “So will I get a name? Or will I have to continue calling you Sir for the rest of the night?”

The blonde dancer winked and turned around. Slow as honey, the mafia leader drank in every revealed inch of her long, slender legs down to her high heels. Unnecessarily, she bent all the way down. She arched her back, and Tartaglia could see the outline of her sex, plump and stretching against the leather, begging to be filled with his cum.

“Depends on your performance.” He said in a low voice, his tone roughened by his own arousal as his cock strained against the belt of his pants already, begging to be released.

He stared, feeling his own mouth water at the sight of her. She turned, and the sides of her nose scrunched up as she smiled at him. So fucking endearing. And a damn glowing goddess clad in black. He could have sworn his heart stopped when she leaned down, resting her hands on his thighs and looking at him with her eyebrows poised upwards expectantly.

“I will do my best to live up to your expectations then, Sir .” She clicked her tongue, dainty fingers unknotting the black tie that was already loosened around his neck.

She took the tie she stole from him, hips swaying sinfully as she moved towards the pole in the very center of the room.

She wrapped it around the sleek metal before she started swaying slowly again, teasing him into oblivion, into insanity.

But he decided he would have none of it. Enough was enough, she earned a punishment rather than a reward.

"Enough." She heard a deep voice mid-way in the air, her body hot, wrapped against the cold metal, hair hanging past and over her shoulders and back, long strands glistening against the hot flashy lights.

Swiftly standing up he approached her from behind as she slid down to the floor gracefully. “Your behavior has earned you a punishment, Zaychik.” He murmured into her ear, the nickname she earned was meant to tease her choice of costume for tonight. “Put your hands together.” He then instructed, pretty much commanding her.

Knowing better than to object to him, she did as she was told, his hot breath fanning against the back of her neck and the high of her cheekbone.

Gulping down she licked her lips, placing her hands together before he ripped the tie out of her hands, using it to tie both of her wrists to the metal tightly, making sure she wouldn’t be able to move from her position that easily.

“Good girl, just like that,” He encouraged when he observed her from above, their height different becoming very apparent as of now when he peered into her cleavage.

“Now, what should I do with you, hm?” He mused as he pushed his hips directly into her toned bottom, giving her a tease of what’s to come, the movement making both of them hiss at the contact.

"Do you not want to play with me, sir?" she looked him dead in the eyes, a small smirk still etched onto her face as she licked her bottom lip, her gaze low and seductive as she faced him from below.

“Oh, don’t worry I will play with you to the fullest today,” He whispered directly into her ear before slapping her ass mercilessly, making her gasp in response. “I will make sure you will never forget what happened today.” He promised with a devilish smirk, his palm running down the curve of her rear as if to ease the pain he just caused. “I will fuck you senseless, Lumine .” He promised.

The outline of his cock strained against her bottom, making her moan out loud when she felt something cold slithering up her leg, the metal ripping her fishnet thighs at the contact.

She looked down only to see an actual gun. She whimpered when she felt the outline of a gun being placed between her legs, it slid over her skin, idly brushing against her clothed core as sapphire eyes watched her steadily, noting the way she strained against the bindings, little gasps leaving her mouth both out of surprise and pleasure. When she felt the gun come flush in contact with her clit a traitorous moan ripped out of her lips.

The chilling steel of the metal sent her body into a sudden spasm, her legs trembled, turning into nothing but jelly as her body acclimatized immediately to it and reacted accordingly. Pink tainted her cheeks and neck. Warmth flooded into her lower stomach as she gasped in desperation.

“Sir, please…” She gasped out, her ass rubbing his clothed crotch.

“Tartaglia,” He then told her. “You can call me Tartaglia.” The low hum of his voice sent more shivers down her spine as she felt him push the gun harder against her soaking core that was still unfortunately clothed.

“Tartaglia,” She breathed out in desperation, needy for a release. “Please, fuck me,” She begged.

The black jacket that was draped over his shoulders fell down into a soundless heap at the back of his legs.

“Barely a few touches in and you already look like you would do anything for my cock.” He clicked his tongue, his own sharp gaze facing her.

He grabbed her hips, roughly, but not hard enough yet to leave marks, his other hand removed the gun from between her legs as he tossed it to the side, uncaring as it clanked against the floor loudly.

“You think I didn’t see you?” She gasped out when she felt his fingertips pushing away her bodysuit to the side as he ripped another hole in her thighs. When he slipped his fingers beneath the fabric, he felt warmth and distinct wetness. “I knew you were watching me.” She breathed out. “I know you want me just as much as I want you.” Her words nearly died in her throat when she felt him slide his fingers across her slit, gathering her slick as he spread it around, tracing lazy circles onto her clit. His girl was soaked.

Another throb went directly to her core as she bit her lip. Fuck, this whole thing between them was thrilling, to say the least. She leaned in closer to his lips, her hips already moving back and forth sensually as she started rubbing her half-clothed core against his hard length.

"So confident, aren’t you?" He let out a dark, breathy chuckle. His stormy eyes ghosted over her exposed skin, his voice daring and smooth, his other hand moving up to brush the hair off her neck as he finally saw the tattoo up close. 

It was a mark. His mark.

His words had Lumine moaning silently as his bulge increased. It was harsh and unsatisfying friction against the swell in his pants that had first stirred at the sight of her nearly skin-tight lingerie and now it ached with want.

“I can make you feel good, Tartaglia,” She promised with pleading eyes when two of his fingers slipped into her tight hole, making her choke on nothing but plain air.

The sight was enough to have him lose control.

He couldn’t take it anymore, he used his other hand, grabbing her face as he angled it to meet his mouth.

He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her mouth to hear her half-muffled whine.

She made another pretty, precious little noise that he swallowed gladly and directly with his mouth, her whole body lifting slightly then settling with an inhale through her nose. He only noticed because he was habitually hyper-aware of her every move.

Pushing fully into her small mouth, he sucked at her succulent lips and explored her as thoroughly as he could, as if there would be no other chance. Her small dainty teeth were straight and perfect, and she let out a small whimper when he returned his attention to her tongue again.

The redhead then left her lips, dragging them slowly past her jawline as his other hand squeezed her ass harder in return before slapping it again, the sting pushing the air out of her lungs. She tossed her head back, directly onto his shoulder, a breathless moan left her mouth as she shivered, nearly forgetting that she was the one who was supposed to be pleasing him as his fingers still worked her tightly from the inside as she squeezed them in need.

She blinked at him. Her cheeks were flushed with a blotchy red; her chest rose and fell delicately as she regained her breath. One of those high-pitched reedy giggles of hers left her lips— lips now reddened and swollen, glistening with spit. He gave an out-of-breath chuckle to her truly bizarre reaction and considered her face a moment.

"More." She then commanded, tossing her head back further, waves of hair falling over her shoulders and back. His eyes almost widened at her words. He looked at her through the corner of his long, black lashes, the image before him almost dizzying, one little word from her, and his cock stirred restlessly.

“Tsk, so impatient.” He removed his fingers immediately and she was about to protest when she felt fingers against her bottom lip interrupt her, he smeared some of her dark lipstick over to the soft skin of her chin.

Seeing her reaction, Tartaglia pressed those two same fingers deeper into her mouth, past her teeth, touching her hot, wet tongue.

Visibly relaxing, she let her tongue slowly move against his unmoving fingers in her mouth as she started to suckle on them.

"What a good girl," She hollowed her cheeks and ran her tongue along with his long digits. She sucked and moaned lightly, and even when he built up to plunging almost the full length of his fingers into her tight mouth, she still kept it up. “Suck them off just like that.” Another dark, velvety chuckle left his throat as he lightly grazed her jaw with his teeth.

She didn't know what it was, but being like this, almost at his mercy had her feeling like she would burn at any moment, like not even a cold shower would be enough to bring her back to earth. Fuck, why did he have to be talking to her like this? It wasn't fair how much his words and voice affected her.

Her hands strained against the tie desperately as she ached to touch him too, even as his fingers slid out of her lips with a loud pop. “Showing off your skills?” He husked mockingly.

She never answered, her silence proving to be more than enough of an answer in his lifeless eyes.

Her lids fell over her eyes, but not completely, leaving only a breathless image. Lips parted, strawberry red color smeared over the outline of her mouth, her gaze feline and seductive, as she used the opportunity to rub her clit against his hard length almost aggressively.

The weight of his body against hers, his scent of cedarwood, and his sensual ministrations on her body were making her feverish and restless.

“Good,” He purred closely to her ear. “I’ll give you what you want then,” He promised as both of his arms spread over her rear massaging it for a moment.

He moved slightly away from her, making quick work of his belt as he brushed it against her ass. She was nearly on all fours, legs trembling, pussy soaked, expression full of lust.

His long and thick cock sprung out as he inhaled sharply, using one of his hands to stroke it a little bit, watching a bead of precum fall down the curve of her rear. 

His eyes darkened at the image.

He used the opportunity to slightly push down her bodysuit, the gleam in his eyes told her he was up to no good when one of his fingers pinched her hard nipple.

He gave her no time to react, his fingers pinching her nipple so hard until Lumine choked out a low, needy moan almost breathlessly.

Observing her reactions did nothing to satisfy him in the slightest, he wanted nothing more than to taste her, devour her like a wild animal until all she could feel was his girth pulsing around her as he fucked her senseless. He wanted to feel every bit of her, right here against the pole, make it so she couldn’t think of anyone else but him and his touch.

Stroking his cock, he took a few steps before he was facing her.

Her breath hitched at the back of her throat as she watched him, pupils blown out wide, covering most of her iris.

He leaned down a little so she could look him in the eyes. “I can make you feel good, I can rail you into oblivion, I can violate you so hard you won’t even remember your name by the end of it.” He said in a low voice. “All you have to do is suck me off, Printessa.” He offered.

She hummed just at the thought of it, the red tip of his cock doing nothing to ease the pain building up between her legs as her cunt clenched around nothing.

There was something about the said man’s timbre that had Lumine practically dripping. The sudden shift in his calm and collected personality paired with that husky, low and demanding voice was intoxicating her to the point of breathlessness. It irked the embers that smoldered below her navel and did things to her that she never thought a man’s voice ever could.

“P-please, sir,” she mewled desperately, eyes glazing with tears unshed.

“Down on your knees,” He commanded, his gaze sharp and narrowed.

She did as told, both hands still tied she lowered herself to the cold ground. Knees flat against the tile floor as she looked at him impatiently.

He ran a single finger down the slope of her cheek, letting it linger on her jaw. His breath stirred her hair and fell, hot and shocking, along the shell of her ear. “Good girl,” He praised.

He lowered his cock by her mouth, and she only gave him a sly smile. She licked the tip of it first- quick and kitten-like. She then took his whole head in her mouth and sucked, pressing her lips tightly around it. The sound that came out of his throat in response was more animal than human when his head fell back and he inhaled sharply.

He groaned with even more passion, the softness her hot mouth around, the sultry golden eyes gazing up at him were enough to drive him crazy as he pushed his length further into her mouth.

“Fuck,” He rasped, as he struggled against the barest of his instincts, his hands falling to her hair as he roughly fisted the strands. “Such a good girl, keep going.” His voice was the perfect mix between a purr and a growl, encouraging her, and the near sound was almost enough to make her come undone. 

The taste of him, the feel of him, the smell of him. Seawater and cedarwood invaded her senses, it surrounded her, intoxicated her, as she felt his hands slightly tremble in her hair.

The heat in her stomach seemed to grow, burning through her veins and setting her very being ablaze as if the sun exploded within her very body. Her folds trembled and clenched around the emptiness, making her dip her head lower, taking in his cock further.

He was making a mess out of her, and before he went over the edge he quickly pulled out his cock out of her mouth, it was dripping with her saliva as she licked her lips.

“There we go,” He breathed heavily, hands moving so he could finally untie her, her wrists all red from straining. “Such an obedient girl,” He chuckled darkly before lowering down to kiss her neck as he sucked on the pale skin, intending to leave a few marks.

She surrendered to him completely, being at his mercy almost felt like a reward when he was treating her like that.

One question was swirling in her head still. Was he really a part of the mafia, the owner of the club?

“Are you really a part of the mafia?” She moaned when he sucked particularly hard on one spot. 

“You think I carry a gun for fun?” He then asked with a raspy voice once his plump lips left the side of her neck. “Lumine Viatrix, it would do you well to know your place,” He then said. “I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of the Fatui, now try adding the two and two together.” He urged her with a playful bite on her collarbone once he pushed her down on the ground.

Her arms wound around his neck, bringing him closer against her as her fingers combed through his unruly hair.

All became clear to her at that moment, not only was she about to fuck the club’s owner, she was also about to fuck the Fatui mafia’s boss too.

She nearly wanted to smack herself but her pleasure-driven mind refused to do anything but be submissive.

He sucked on the top of her breasts, “I’m going to rail you right here, and right now,” He promised. “Now be a good girl, and bend over, you can even try holding to the pole that you love so much.”

Tartaglia moved away to shrug off his shirt, his sculpted physique becoming very apparent to Lumine at the moment as she stood up on her shaky legs, fingers coming to grip the pole to the point her knuckles turned white.

She was dying with anticipation.

Her back arched to accommodate him in the way he wanted, and when she felt him move behind her she inhaled sharply, body tingling with heat.

He moved the bodysuit to the side, his eyes observing her soaked heat as he dragged his cock over her exposed slit, inhaling sharply when she shook a little, barely standing on her feet.

Without a warning he slid into her to the hilt, her tiny body tensing just for a second before she relaxed as a loud moan slipped past her mouth, the music in the background doing a good job of swallowing the sounds that left both of their lips.

She clenched him so hard he might’ve come right then and there but he held himself back, he wasn’t even nearly done with her.

Tartaglia panted above her, keeping himself completely still as he waited for Lumine to adjust to him. She could hear and feel the beating of his heart against her back.

“Good girl, just a little bit more.” He coaxed her, his voice velvety, reverberating against her neck, against her very own being.

Feeling her wriggle a little bit he lifted up his hips until about halfway before slamming them down again. 

He set a slow and steady rhythm, pumping in and out of her with the occasional groan slipping past his parted lips.

“F-Faster, please,”  she panted out. Their moans rose in volume around them as he did so. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room.

He was rough, pounding into her like a wild animal, but there was still an edge of softness to his calloused touch, it was the way his fingers dipped into her hips, the way he moaned into her ear occasionally as he would lean down to press a soft kiss on her nape.

“Fuck, Lumine,”

A large hand in her hair yanked her head back before a pair of hot lips latched onto her throat, teeth grazing her flesh, and Lumine moaned as her core clenched in need, heat splintering throughout her body as a shudder wracked her frame. God, his aggression turned her on like no tomorrow.

“Tartaglia!”  Lumine screamed out when his cock hit a particular spot that had stars dancing before her vision.

The Fatui leader hit the same spot again in rapid succession, speeding up with every thrust he took, going deeper and harder and faster until he was roughly pounding into her without abandon, making the blonde woman scream out until she couldn’t anymore, voice too sore.

Tartaglia groaned. His red hair was sweaty, and in his face but he did not care. He slammed into her with renewed vigor, burying himself completely into her warmth and losing himself in her intoxicating scent.

“Already on your tiptoes? Feel like you won’t be able to stand?” He teased, practically hissing in the heat of the moment, voice shaky as he started pounding her even harder. 

“Don’t worry Printessa, I’ll carry you out of here with your legs shaking and my cum dripping out of you.” He made a promise as he licked her earlobe. “You won’t be able to escape anymore.”

That was enough to send the blonde over the edge as she screamed, tears falling down her cheeks from all the ecstasy that was wrecking her body from the inside out. The image alone had his hands feverishly groping at every inch of available skin and bodies pressed flush against each other when he gave her a few more hard thrusts.

“There you go,” He groaned low in his chest. “Oh fuck, fuck,” He felt himself spill into her as her own cum tainted his cock that was still hard and buried deep inside of her, his teeth sinking into her shoulder as his own orgasm overcame him.

He gave her a few more lazy strokes before pulling out, catching her before the blonde would fall to the ground.

“Now, should we continue this at my house?” He offered with a smug smile as he looked down at her disheveled appearance, one strong arm wrapped around her petite waist as she tried to regain her breath.

“Only if you won’t kill me afterwards,” She teased, her tired eyes gleaming with mischievousness.

“Don’t worry, I have some other future plans for you already,” He reassured, humming softly as she cuddled next to him, too tired to move any of her limbs.

“These heels are going to kill me.” She then complained. 

“I told you I’d carry you out of here, didn’t I?” He winked at her before picking her up like a Princess. “However, that doesn’t mean I’ll let you rest once we are out of here.” He promised.

“Can I at least get some clothes back before that happens?” She suddenly demanded.

“Nope.” He grinned before picking up his jacket and throwing it over her like a blanket with one hand. “It’s past 4 AM, it’s time to leave.”