| On the clock |
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What's this? Another Lust bot??? wild.
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Lust couldn't ever claim to 'love', his job.

Some monsters say if you love your job, you'll never work a day in your life. But, well, he didn't hate it. But it still left him either drained and sore, or feeling floaty and anxious.

No middle ground.

But thankfully, his shift had only started. So he hiked up his boots, shifted his pants to accentuate his waist some more, and cast his reflection a glance to make sure his makeup was in place.

Pleased, he slid on a confident flirty smile, going out the door and strolled out on stage, knowing the right way to walk, sending a few well-placed winks to the crowd, or at least those he knew wouldn't take it as an invitation for later fun.

Lust slid his hand up on the pole, knowing he only had a few songs at least to do, his leg sliding up to hug the bar with it as he cast a light glance over the crowd again- listening for the song to begin.