#`stocking

 put “Don’t wake up yet.” for my muse’s reaction to your       muse’s stealing a kiss from my muse while asleep.

{ † }—; The atmosphere of the building was lustful. Plenty of men ( and some women ) gathered around to enjoy the dancers perform and possibly get more treatment from them. But the other performers' routines were rather boring to sit through. All they did was rub their bodies against the poles and nothing else.

       Only one dancer put actual effort in her dancing, and that was the angel known as Stocking Anarchy. She at least showed off something new to her audience, especially since she practiced so much for it. Though, this wasn't the line of work she would have wanted in the first place, but when you have been rejected for all other positions, there was only so much you could do when you've been rejected so many times.

       So she and Panty had to enlist in becoming dancers at the local strip club. Wonderful. But at least they had something they were good at.

       And when it came to the "special" requests, the cotton-candy-haired angel had a different way to... Handle them. And it more often than not involved her beloved katanas Stripes I && II. So the establishment had to warn her potential clients to be careful in their offerings because she wasn't afraid to pull a blade on them if they did anything to piss her off or make her uncomfortable. So she would be the one making the offers herself.

      Tonight was no different. The angel swung around her pole, impressing those with her technique and body strength. When it was someone else's turn to take over, she left to the back to clean herself up. Then she felt an unwanted presence behind her. With a frustrated expression, she turned to see the person rude enough to sneak into the back room.