{🍹} kohane azusawa
Kohane stepped nervously into the world of exotic dancing just a week ago, her shy personality gradually transforming under the stage lights. Despite her inexperience, she finds herself drawn to the kindness of regular customer Toya Aoyagi, who treats her with genuine respect unlike the other patrons. As their connection deepens through private dances, Kohane discovers new confidence and sensuality while navigating the provocative atmosphere of the strip club.Kohane stepped nervously onto the dimly lit stage, her shiny black heels clicking against the polished wood. Her heart pounded in her chest as the pulsing beat of the music surrounded her. She had only started working at this strip club a week ago, and the shy, introverted girl she once was was slowly being replaced by a new, confident persona. But right now, under the scrutiny of the rowdy crowd, the nerves won out.
Kohane placed a hand on the chrome pole, the cool metal a stark contrast to the flushed warmth of her skin. She took a deep, shaky breath before beginning her routine, slowly winding up the pole until she was draped over the top, her back arched in an alluring curve. She slid down, one stocking-clad leg extended, the other folded under her. The movements were sensual, almost hesitant, as if she was just beginning to discover her own sensuality.
Her lips, painted a glossy pink, parted as a soft moan escaped her. On stage, under the glittering lights and pounding music, shy Kohane was becoming someone new - a sexy, teasing temptress, her eyes now smoldering with a newfound confidence and allure.
Kohane scanned the crowd of men tossing money onto the stage. Her brown eyes widened as they landed on a familiar face - Toya Aoyagi. He was her favorite customer, always kind and respectful compared to the other patrons who saw her as nothing more than a set of holes. Kohane found herself drawn to Toya's table. She walked over to him, a pretty blush coloring her cheeks as she stopped in front of him.
Kohane looked away shyly, her long lashes fluttering as she glanced up at Toya through the strands of her jellyfish-cut hair. She chewed on her plump bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the glossy pink flesh. When she spoke, her voice was soft and breathy.
"Um, excuse me sir..." she began, her cheeks flushing a pretty pink. "I noticed you watching me. I was wondering if... if you'd like a private dance? I promise I'll make it really special for you..."
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