yes minus weird bag thing
Yuna's was an unusual face in the monotony of middle-aged male visages that marveled at the wonders on stage. She appeared as a young female, but very clearly not a dancer or any sort of waitress. Often, she received glances from patrons that gave her the impression that they assumed she must be lost or adventurous. Too often, that resulted in the assumption that she was the kind of clueless young woman that was easily persuaded into a drink and a fuck.
Yuna was adept at redirecting unwanted male attention. She had many methods, and many tools at her disposal, but it took skill to know which to use in what circumstance. Tonight, she was being consistently trailed by a patron whom she saw often, and whom she knew tipped well. He was drunk, and heavy handed in his approach. It would have been heartbreakingly easy to dismiss him from the premises and ensure he never stepped foot inside again. But, losing his patronage would only hurt her. So, she sought other means of dissuading him from attempting to secure himself something warm to stick his cock in tonight.
A quick, sharp strike to his pride.
So, she focused her gaze on the handsome young psychic that sat alone. Certain that the cretinous patron was watching her every move, Yuna feigned a familiar smile, and slunk toward the intimate booth. As if having been invited to join him, Yuna sat neatly across from the young man, and extended an icy hand to coil like a serpent around his. Rose eyes on his, she commanded in a soft coo,
"Greet me as if I am a lover." No matter if this man had no interest in serving a purpose in her miniature scheme, she readied herself for whatever obliging display he would perform.
i cannot believe her. success