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He had lost count in those nights long ago, and although he took a break from it all for nearly two years, nothing seemed to have changed. Including his attitude. Every time at Dark Paradise he was getting fully into character, June the raunchy stripper was the complete opposite to this painfully casual Junhoe he introduced to way more people. Walking into the club, he left his daily life behind and when his shift was over he was forgetting everything that went down at his workplace.
With his hair flawlessly styled and a little bit of dark eye-shadow, Junhoe was looking more like a rebellious twin he never had. The black half-transparent shirt and uncomfortably clinging leather pants werenât exactly his regular fashion choice neither, but this very stile was fitting June like a glove. Few more subtle adjustments and he was ready to go, maybe all that was missing was a shot of soju for courage, yet he wanted to keep his serene consciousness. It was a full house tonight (he could hardly recall the club being ever any emptier).
Once he got on stage and the slow-tempo song played from the speakers, his moves were unapologetically sultry and enticing. His alluring gaze wandered around the thoroughly attentive audience as he made the pole his dancing partner. Suddenly he pulled back, his hand slid up his torso to start undoing the buttons. He felt like varying his routine, though. Nimbly stepping of the stage, gracefully he approached a woman who fell into his sight earlier and in front of her he ripped his shirt open, flashing a coquettish smirk as he revealed his broad chest.









