× burlesque

@j. soyeon As Matthew watched the girl dance, his interest and approval steadily piqued. She was fantastic; her presence was captivating that even with the stagehands moving behind her weren’t a distraction, her hair(which, as unimportant as it may seem) was long enough to flick in ways that he knew drove men wild, she had a nice shape that flexed and bowed as she moved. It was a touch unrefined but that was natural, no woman ever managed to encapsulate the finer details of seduction with dancing at the start, with some guidance from the other dancers, she’d improve quickly. He also liked her attitude, while her gaze met his for the majority of her strip tease, she looked around the bar as if there were other patrons; not something a lot of auditions did, Matthew noted. And her body was fantastic to boot. No matter how talented you were, if you weren’t at least somewhat physically attractive, you wouldn’t make it in this business. When the music stopped, he turned to his bartender who had also been watching, quirking his eyebrow to silently ask his opinion. “As if you haven’t already decided” The bartender snorted, Matthew shrugging in response. He was right though.

He stood up and made his way up to the stage, picking up an article of Soybeans clothing and holding it out to her. “Nicely done, I think that you’ll find yourself very happy here. Why don’t we, uh, step into my office and we can get your contract sorted out?”

@l. samuel [] i en forgot what my starter was meant to be lmao sorry that it’s basic

‘All you need in this life is ignorance and confidence; then success is sure.’ Mark Twain.

Confidence and ignorance; two qualities that often seemed to go hand in hand with each other. Matthew Gray is a man well acquainted with the former, he pretends to be a stranger to the latter. It’s easier, he finds, to play the part of a wealthy, if only slightly quirky, businessman who dabbled in morally dubious investments; he finds that living this kind of life gives him credible deniability when the police come knocking on his door. That kind of ignorance is what allows him to broker a deal with a charming young man, one named Samuel(though he’s not quite sure it’s his real name), to operate a.. hm, let’s say, an off the books business.

As long as he gets his fair share of course. As much as he enjoys participating in toeing the legal boundaries of life, he expects to be paid in full.

So why is it, as he counts the end of that months cash allowance, he keeps finding himself nearly $6,000 short?

Matthews lips thin with displeasure, tossing the 20 and 50 dollar bills(he insists on medium sized notes) onto his oak desk, leaning forward to grab his phone. This isn’t the first time that he’s received less than the total he was owed but it’s never been this much. Had business fallen without him noticing? Was his -ahem- partner skimming off the top? Regardless, he tapped out a short message to a contact simply tagged as ’S.’ and sent it off, running his hands through long locks of hair.

To: S.

‘I hope you have a good enough excuse. Office. Now.’

@g. matthew gray Soyeon let the music wash over her for a moment before snapping into her dancing confidence, rolling her head back before standing. She gave the club owner a smoldering gaze as she danced, allowing her facials to change with the vibe of the song as she strutted along the stage as if she owned the whole place.

[] idk how to write out a choreographed dance lol sorry

@j. soyeon [] my reply is bit boring, there’ll be more content when soybean does her dance!

Matthew watched the girl(“Soyeon” the bartender muttered helpfully) make her way up to the stage, his lips twitching briefly. Well she certainly had an entrancing quality about her. He made himself comfortable on his barstool, snapping his fingers loudly to signal the band to start playing. While using pre-recorded music was fine, he preferred the authenticity that live instruments brought to the establishment; his club was unique in the sense that it often started the night like a moody jazz scene before giving way to the more intense nightclub scene.

@g. matthew gray Siyeon raised an eyebrow as the boss approached her, smelling that he was like her and grinning up at him as they shook hands. She ran a hand through her blonde hair and nodded once before tugging her jacket off and draping it onto the bar with a look up at him through her eyelashes.

"Play any song you'd like." She spoke in a deeper, sultry voice, letting her hand gently rub across his chest before she swayed her hips making her way up to the stage. Soyeon made sure to grab a chair on her way, sitting down on it backwards with her arms draped over the back and her legs spread wide open.

@j. soyeon “Anymore girls to come in?”

“Just one, her audition is in about five minutes so she should be here soon.”

“Hmm.” Matthew hummed as he lifted his tumbler to his lips, sipping at a painfully expensive aged scotch like the classy debonair that he was, staring at nothing as he waited. He hoped this last girl was even 5% better than the last, the poor girl was stiffer than a board and even if it was due to nerves, Matthew couldn’t imply somebody who struggled so much for a one person audience. “Hey, is your boss here? I have an audition.” Matthew turned to see a confident blonde woman smiling up at him, interest peeking as he caught her scent; a fellow shifter, cat also. Well that was certainly a plus; his feline employees were always the most popular. “That’d be me, you can set yourself up on the stage. No full , we only need to see.. Lingerie for this audition.” He reached out and clasped her small hand in his, a visible glint in his eye.

@g. matthew gray Soyeon ran a hand through her currently platinum blonde hair as she walked into the burlesque club, heels on and feeling like she was confident and y enough to land this audition. She knocked on the bar to get someone's attention, smiling and tilting her head to the side. "Hey, is your boss here? I have an audition."