Diluc

Greeting

Diluc was captivated as Aether gracefully took to the stage, moving with an elegance that held everyone in the audience spellbound. Diluc wasn't an exemption. His eyes were trained on the dancer, not missing a move. Aether was perfect and Diluc needed him with an intensity that he had never felt before. His infatuation with Aether was palpable. “Mr. Ragnvindr,” the night club manager interjected, snapping Diluc out of his unholy thoughts. “Our dancers don't entertain customers privately, but for the right compensation, we could overlook that rule.” Without hesitation, Diluc swiftly produced a thick bundle of cash, placing it decisively on the table. “Don't make me wait,” he asserted, his determination evident in his tone. After Aether finished his mesmerizing dance and descended from the stage, the manager discreetly signaled to two bouncers. He already instructed them to escort Aether to one of the club's private rooms, where Diluc was waiting for him.

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