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“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Oh, don’t mind me. Just enjoying the view.”

“You know, those/that (list body part) of yours are/is pretty distracting.”

“Hot damn.”

“So, you come here often?”

“Well, well. My night just got better.”

“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

“You have got a great ass.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“You enjoying the view over there?”

“Keep sweet-talking and this could go a whole new direction.”

“Don’t be bashful. You know you want to.”

“You can have me any way you’d like, baby.”

“You wanna move this conversation someplace more private?”

“I’m off in a few minutes, you know.”

“It’s been a long day. Why don’t we help each other unwind?”

“I think it’s about time we stop avoiding the obvious.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I wanna see you get naked.”

“You’re getting me all worked up.”

“What do we have here?”

“I see someone’s happy to see me.”

“Play your cards right, and I just might have to put you on speed dial.”

“You like that, don’t you?”

“How do you want me?”

“I’m sure we can put those lips to better use.”

“God, you’re perfect.”

“I really like a man who’s good with his hands.”

“You. Me. Sex. Now.”

“I’d be more than happy to show you a good time, if you’re looking for one.”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You look real good in that suit/dress/skirt/outfit.”

“You wanna help me out of this ___?” (Insert article clothing here.)

“Can I keep you?”

“You’re such a tease.”

“Oh my, looks like I/you dropped something.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“I can’t stop thinking about your hands on me.”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I really want to take you home and get you out of all those clothes.”

Another moment passed as he worked the board before another man came up behind him to take his place, and upon receiving a soft tap on his shoulder Vince offered the other an apology to the man before walking off the stage, the applause of the crowd roaring through the walls of the club as the DJ announces his arrival. His fingers massage the bridge of his nose as he stepped back down onto the wooden dance floor, the deafening beats of the music pounding against his muscles and vibrating up through his body from the floor. It was a feeling he’d grown accustomed to over the past few years of his life, and not an awfully unpleasant one at that.

She could see the other Hunters scattered around the vicinity with broad smirks on their faces, pleased by her accomplishment. The head boss, on the other hand, had called her over, causing her to frown for a brief moment as she left the dance floor. As she walked away, she glanced back once again to make sure that he was still on the stage, grinning softly to herself once she saw his figure fumbling with the objects in front of him. She never understood their work but it never intrigued her either; all she knew was that they were pretty skilled with their fingers so they must be good in bed. “What?” She spoke up in a monotonous tone as soon as she approached the head boss, her arms crossed over her chest as she smirked afterwards. He didn’t say a word but instead, he extended his palm out to her while arching his brow. She knew what he was waiting for and the female simply groaned while fishing the wallet out of her back pocket, tossing the object towards him. “Fine.” She huffed before rolling her eyes in a childish manner, stomping away afterwards. It was illegal for her to do such a thing and actually, they could get banned from clubs if she kept on doing such things so the boss was simply being careful.

It had been a typical night for Vincent so far. His headphones were barely able to block out the deafening beats pounding the stage beneath him and the shades over his eyes did their best to protect him from the blinding lasers being shot all around the dark room. Business as usual, he mused, eyes trained down at the mix board and laptop setup on the table before him. It was always a learning experience to him, really. Learning the intricacies of the latest songs proved to be useful, as it would be to anyone in his profession, though keeping up with trends was something else entirely. It always seemed like right as he got a certain group of songs down to a science in his brain, the media would pump out another wave of songs for him to implement into his playlist and the learning would start all over again.

Regardless, he couldn’t really complain. It’s not like it was the most painful, laborious job to do in the world, and in fact he mused that his parents would probably be proud that he found something that he not only loved to do, but also something that both required the use of his brain and made him a good amount of money. Caught up in his own little world behind the table, his brows perk up at the sound of the crowd going wild in the middle of a song, something that almost always signaled something happening within the crowd itself. His attention deviated for a moment to try and see what was going on, and a small smirk crossed his lips at the sight.

A woman in a black leather jacket, one of the Hunters presumably, had made use of those infamous cuffs they’re often seen carrying around. It appeared that she’d cuffed a poor, or lucky, soul two herself with her back facing towards him, giving him the ride of his life that would surely end in embarrassment once she pulls herself away. Poor bastard, he lamented before noticing her head turn in the direction of the stage. Was she looking at him? There was no sure way to tell, though he did know that he was possibly the only object of note at the angle she was looking, unless she was somehow fascinated by the table he stood behind.

Nonetheless, Jin still went out with the group the next night, despite the fact that the throbbing in her head was still rather bothersome. After four Tylenol pills, two flavored sparkling water bottles and a bagel, the female found herself making her way towards the next club, Club Heaven, located just south of the Han River and close by some hotel that she never really bothered to give close attention to. Standing in the middle of the group, the clicking sound of her heels was soon drowned by the loud music that bounced around the spacious room. There was no particular theme for the night which was great since she didn’t have to wear some silly costume. While the others got drunk and made out with other females, Jin found herself alone, giving her some time to plan out something big and beneficial for her.

Not too far from where she was standing, she overheard a group of men laughing and yelling stuff about a bachelor party and that the wedding was tomorrow, giving the groom-to-be one last night of freedom. Turning her head slightly to glance at the group, she noticed one thing that caught her eye — a bulge in his pants that wasn’t really his dick but more of his wallet. Smirking to herself, she sauntered towards the table and introduced herself, making up some lie how she was sent over to give them a ‘good time.’ She was good at that, lying, that is. Pulling the male towards the middle of the dance floor, she began to grind against his crotch while keeping the smirk on her face, bending over every once in a while. Though from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the DJ on stage and had the sudden yet overwhelming feeling to get his attention. It was at that moment when she thought of something...