@mpxhobi

Krystal liked it very much a few months ago when she was rarely the only Egyptian descendant around this building and with reasons. Back then she had a decent job, but now she was back to the filth and even when she didn’t really minded to work as an escort again, the job could get a little more than nasty sometimes, and people around this place was nosy as fuck. It was her body, she could do with it whatever she wanted, and that was clear, and she would snap to whoever dared to point fingers at her because of it. 

However, whenever she ends up with more than a few scratches on her back, or little love bites, she had to be more careful in public-- wear dark glasses and concealer to cover up the bruises, and til the date, she has been pretty good hiding it, Even from Taemin, who was also used to this life style, but who would surely scold her if she ended up hurt because of this. He was the only person who truly believed in her and who has always encouraged her to do better, but he also respects the decisions she make-- that until they turn out to be not as good as she thought... like this one of becoming an escort again.

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if there’s someone taehyung is looking forward to see in this town is the celtic goddess of war. the woman who saved him from being completely lost on the streets nearly a decade ago not only did that, but took care of him through the years in mount phoenix, and whenever he was in town, even for a couple of days, she would be the one he would go to for a pet on his head and whatever she had for him. 

so it’s no shock he’s barely been to town and the first destination for him is the minx. the blond doesn’t remember the place being like this, though--but then, that only highlighted morrigan’s own personality and way of dealing with things in a way he thought to know well. with a grin on his face, he walks through the portals to the red light basked club. there’s still some hours until the opening hours, but he sweet talks the guy bouncer and claims to have business with one of the bartenders, which probably wouldn’t be completely wrong.

The party is starting to get crowded with more demigods and gods showing up. In a way, this is a good thing because a lot of people decided to participate. It’s getting more difficult to move around in the banquet hall. He sees a familiar mop of orange hair. Is that Hoseok hyung? The only thing Jungkook notices is the bunny ears resting on his head.

He catches up to the other male. “Ah, it is you.” He sighs in relief. “Hyung, how have you been?” They haven’t really interacted much outside of the incident that happened with Seokjin. Well, sometimes Hoseok frequented The Flower Mill for his caffeine fix. “Are you having fun?” Jungkook is more than happy to see Hoseok. It’s more like he always feels a sense of delight around Hoseok. He wonders if Hoseok came alone so he asks curiously, “Hyung, are you alone?” He looks around and there isn’t anyone accompanying him.      

The Minx is Morrigan's baby. 

Well; one of them. The point being she takes her business seriously, always. She rehabilitated the club from a lack luster low rate strip club and made it into the luxurious, expensive lounge it is now. Plush seats, private booths, silver poles, diamond inlays, painstakingly crafted stage, etc. etc.. The establishment radiates wealth and comfort. The entertainment is top rate, and all of it is watched over by the war goddess herself. 

That being said, she only hires the best of the best. She's hand picked the most gorgeous, talented dancers, the most creative, showy bartenders, and the toughest, more effective bouncers- just to name a few occupations. 

Like everything else she invests her time and money into, she has high expectations for all pieces involved from top to bottom, and will accept no less. 

That’s why she is personally involved in it all. The imposing woman makes it, most especially, her goal to meet and get to know each employee under her command. Once they sign on with her they become her responsibility. 

“So, you’re just settling in, hm?” Jung Hoseok currently has the luck of being the focus of her complete attention. She had always liked Hathor and that in itself was enough for him to win her favor. It was no secret that the Morrigan was indeed biased more often than not. 

The Minx isn’t open for the evening yet, staff moving to set things up as she comfortably watches from the bar. Freshly cleaned glasses clink, low music plays and switches as the sound system is fine tuned, lights alternate, bathing the floor in shades of red, and her eyes are on him.