@✾ ⋰ sana m. She felt sluggish, moving like a snail with a heavy shell on her back. She did not know why—it was like her nap had the energy out of her rather than restoring it. Her eyes were almost bolted shut, body weighing like a ton of bricks as she stood up from where she was sitting at the edge of her bed to answer the door. She stopped halfway—she didn't know why—to yawn, her eyes squeezing shut and welling tears as opened as wide as it possibly could. She cursed afterwards, hating this state, wondering why on earth she would feel so tired now, when she normally didn't feel like this until late at night. She certainly couldn't just be in the process of waking up, because it had been almost an hour since her alarm had gone off. Whatever. She was probably going back to sleep soon, anyways, this time with a warm body beside her. Speaking of. She smiled at the person who the aforementioned body belonged to as soon as she opened the door, greeting her with a "hello" that was nearly interrupted by yet another yawn. She closed the door behind her, locked it, then grabbed the older girl's hand to lead her away, eager to get back into a warm, comfy bed. "I feel like a train slammed into me at 100 kilometers per hour."
@✾ ⋰ xiaoting s. knocking once then twice on her best friend's door, sana shifted her weight from foot to foot, looking around the seemingly empty (for now) corridor with a worrisome expression gracing her bare face. "come on, lil cheri." she mumbled into her chin before nervously gnawing onto her lower lip. the burnette would be absolutely mortified if one of the many roaming clients would see her standing right then and there, in all of her natural glory; soft skin wet and dewy from all the skincare she slobbered onto her face in a hurry, usually neat curly waves now tied up into a mess bun, sporting an old pj set and childish fuzzy slippers. there was no time to get ready, not when xiaoting asked her to pick her up for their favorite activity - sleepover. sana was way too excited to waste any time, she missed the younger girl so much it hurt. she couldn't remember the last time they hung out, both women too busy with their overflowing clients. "hurry up... please..."
@✻ ⋰ wonwoo j. unlike some of her colleagues, sana actually adored working as a pearl. ever since she was a little girl, she loved being in the center of attention; she reeled in it, craved for it more than a thirsty man for water in the middle of a merciless desert. some people found her ways distasteful, pathetic even, but she couldn't care less for some commoner's stupid opinions. to each to their own. she wasn't there for the money, hell, if she wanted she could probably buy out the whole lounge, workers included. the playful vixen became a pearl for one reason only; and that was unlimited .
so when she got a request for a client on her night off, she was more than happy to oblige. freshly manicured nails typing a quick 'yes' before throwing her work phone on the mattress. she wasted no time hopping on her usual routine.
after a quick hot shower, she lathered her whole body in vanilla scented lotion, a perfect match to her rich perfume. as she was applying her makeup for the night, a rather simple but still sultry look, she recalled a memory from earlier that day. the one of a distinguished gentleman, sipping on his drink of choice while following her each and every movement. he remined her of a hunter, prowling on its prey. his expression remained stoic through the whole ordeal but she could clearly see the hunger in his cold piercing eyes. his impressive stance screamed danger; he was a lion, wild and untamed. could it be that he was the one that booked her? not wanting to boost her hopes up, sana shook her head, stopping herself from spiraling down that route.
the tight, midnight black fabric of her miniskirt deliciously stretched across her milky thighs, hugging around the perky swell of her backside as she posed in front of mirror. the parts of her fishnet stockings visible from above the high cut of her heeled boots; thin strings embroidered with tiny krystals and the thick matching band of her garter belt wrapped around her tiny waist shyly peering throught the see through material of her silky blouse that she neatly tucked inside of the skirt. the first few buttons undone, purpously exposing her prominent collarbones and long slender neck. dainty silver choker like necklace shined underneath the dimmed light, creating an alluring contrast against her porcelain skin. she was officially ready.
@✾ ⋰ sana m. in the dimly lit lounge of the underground club, the air was thick with a palpable tension, a subtle undercurrent of power that crackled like electricity. at the heart of this clandestine haven for illicit affairs stood jeon wonwoo, a name whispered with reverence and fear throughout the criminal underworld.
dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, his dark hair perfectly coiffed, wonwoo exuded an aura of commanding authority. he reclined in an opulent leather chair, one leg crossed casually over the other, a glass of aged whiskey in his hand. his icy gaze surveyed the room, taking in the revelry of debauchery that surrounded him. laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses filled the air as patrons indulged in their vices.
but amidst the chaos and decadence, something extraordinary caught wonwoo's attention. a woman, an enigmatic figure bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, had entered his field of vision. time seemed to stand still as he watched her, his piercing eyes locked onto her every move. she moved with a grace that seemed out of place in this den of iniquity, and it was as if the universe conspired to draw his attention to her.
swiftly, he reached for his bodyguard who's next to him. a hushed conversation followed, as he spoke to one of his trusted associates. "is she a pearl? if she is , book her for me tonight," he commanded, his voice carrying the weight of an order that brooked no disobedience. it was clear to all that when wonwoo set his sights on something, he would stop at nothing to make it his own.
as the wheels of destiny began to turn, the lounge continued to pulse with life, but for wonwoo, the world had narrowed to one singular focus – the mysterious woman who had captured his attention, and the intrigue that lay in her wake. fortunately she wasn't booked tonight so it's a relief.
