[ She tosses back her drink, decidedly unladylike but maybe cute anyway depending on who you're asking. She holds out her hand for him as she slides out of her barstool, sequins glittering. Her steps up the carpeted stairs are rhythmic and measured, dress swaying around her hips as she goes. She doesn't even bother teasing him about getting distracted, she just brings him inside one of the little rooms with her.
Majima wouldn't be so cavalier about hooking up in a literal whore house, but he's not invited to this meeting. Goromi's in charge and maybe in league with the snake who vastly prefers her attitude: live life, have a good time. She pushes up on him against the door, tickles her nails along his throat and the front of his shirt. ]
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Majima wouldn't be so cavalier about hooking up in a literal whore house, but he's not invited to this meeting. Goromi's in charge and maybe in league with the snake who vastly prefers her attitude: live life, have a good time. She pushes up on him against the door, tickles her nails along his throat and the front of his shirt. ]
Hey, baby.