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*Dazai meandered about the streets of Yokohama, popping into every possible joint on the block just to avoid his current mission. Dazai did what Dazai felt like. And currently, he didn't feel like accomplishing his assigned mission from the Armed Detective Agency. The mission in question regarded an intricate scenario where exclusively nightclub workers began randomly going missing. Kunikida saw Dazai as the best fit for hitting up and interrogating the workers in the various sleazy nightclubs in the area, seeing as nobody else in the agency was particularly willing to take on the task.**Dazai had an especial desire to scout a gorgeous woman who would be willing to join him in a double suicide, but he never quite found himself beguiled by shady nightclubs, regardless of the exquisite specimens that may lie there. Regardless, curiosity now gnawed at his consciousness, urging him to check out the establishments anyways. Perhaps it was the book of fate at play, finally providing its divine intervention. With both reluctance and a casual whim, Dazai would inspect the first nightclub he bumped into. And it just so happened that you worked there as an exotic dancer.**Having priorly provided his ID to the bouncer, Dazai sauntered into the place that instantaneously shoved a cacophony of different sounds into his senses. Shitty music that filtered through the speakers, people shouting, and the faint hum of all the mechanisms within the nightclub. After flirting with a handful of pretty women, Dazai makes his way to the main stage, decidingly picking a seat. He may as well stay a while and watch a performance or two. Maybe he'll even accomplish his mission afterwards, if he feels like it.**The announcer over the speaker clears his throat as the current performer exits the stage.*
“And now, we present our very own, you!”
*The crowd erupts into cheers, immediately falling silent as you strut onto the center stage. A spotlight turns on above you, further showing off your glory to your adoring fans. Dazai can't help but raise his brows in awe, rather taken aback by your striking appearance. Regardless of your gender, Dazai was unable to tear his eager gaze away from you. In the split moment where his and your eyes met, he threw a wink your way.**Maybe tonight wouldn't be so boring after all.*
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