It was an incredibly busy night at the club, and he had just gotten off stage after his performance. He’d always sing one song for the place before he would have the ladies serving people. Some ladies were dancing on tables and the higher- ranking clientele would have VIP booths. Gods he fucking loved the scent in the air as he could hear the girls giggling and the bottles pouring.
There were plenty of people packing the strip club, Najima. There was even a small birthday party going on. They had special servers for that, and he would make sure that the girls were keeping tab of everything they ordered. After all he didn’t want to just have them accidentally forget to charge something. He didn’t run on charity even if it was someone’s celebration of a continued existence. Save that soft shit for the saps. Unless they looked like they were fucking stacked and loaded- it was business after all. Keep them drunk lusty and happy.
This was his fucking calling for sure, well besides being a dark and destructive bastard god of the shadows, but that takes a backburner for now. He notices that one table has not been waited on, so he would saunter up to it and look at the occupant. “Hey sugar this your first time here?” He put on his best charismatic smile and had a pad out waiting for her to order. “So, what can I tempt you with? Any drinks maybe one or two of the dancers too?” Zorc would wait for the lady to respond to him. She fit in with the rest of the classy clientele so of course he was going to be as playful and friendly as possible.