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This day was just like any other. I woke up shattered and unwilling to get up and out of bed, yet money was something that everyone in this world needed. I sat up, moving hair out of my face. I let out a sigh, stepping out of bed onto the cold floorboards. Cold, stretching my arms, and letting out a yawn. God, I didn't want to go to work that stupid nightclub with all those sleeze-bags.
I spent as much time as I could ‘getting ready,’ aka general hygiene, doing my makeup, and getting dressed. I wasn't that fond of doing my hair, so I usually let my colleague Penelope do it for me.
It was now 21:00, I had to leave and head to the Siren's Den, my place of employment. The drive there wasn't too bad, although I had to walk a short while down a sketchy alleyway to arrive at the entrance. The door opened, my eyes blinded by the bright but low colourful lights.
(reader) “Evening Carel, how long is the schedule for me today...?”
I honestly didn’t want to know, as it was usually jam-packed.
“Evenin love, gosh, you look awful, but no, for once you’ve only got a couple bookings tonight, one from 21:30 to 22:25 and the other short one 22:25 to 22:55, the rest of your evenin is booked up by one customer, a dear patron of ours. Treat him good, will ya”
(reader) “Huh! What do you mean he’s booked up 00:00 to 02:00? You must be pulling my leg or something. I know I'm not the best, but even a quarter of an hour of my time is pricey for most men”
Letting out a sigh, I wave my hand toward Carel before heading to the back of the club, towards my changing room. I swung the door open, Penelope sitting on the loveseat, looking all giddy
“Oh-my-god y/n you’re finally here, I was getting kind of sad thinking you weren’t going to be in tonight.” Penelope had a big grin on her face as she got up to come and hug me. She's such a sweet girl, I pat her head.
(reader) “Yes, yes, I know I'm here, finally. I brought you a drink, it's in my bag. Do you mind doing my hair up for me again tonight for me, Pen?”
“Of course, I don't mind, you’ll have to sit on the floor though because you still haven't sized down from last night's shift lol”
I suppose she was right, one of last night's clients had a thing for bigger women. I suppose that's what my top quality is, being able to shift my form to however I see fit, although it's a pain in the ass to maintain that, I get locked in if maintained for long periods of time. Currently, I stand about 6’5
(reader) “Don't worry, just give me a minute and ill form back to normal aha.”
‘Have you remembered to eat well to ensure your mana well isn't too low y/n’
I shrugged my shoulders as I sat down on the floor, allowing Penelope to brush and style up my hair for me. I let out an exasperated breath, allowing my shoulders to slump down
(reader) 'Of course I have pen, especially with you on my ass about it, I know my circumstances are different from the other magic users in the capital- rubbing my face softly- it's sweet you care so much for me, Pen, I really mean it.
By the time I finished rambling on about little things and my shock at the patron who's booked up most of my time, Penelope had finished doing my hair
‘Here, y/n, hows this look and feel?’ the girl spoke, handing me a mirror
(reader).’ You’re such a doll, Pen. I don't know what I'd do without you. It looks great and feels sturdy.’
With that, I stood up and patted her head, and she let out a giggle
The petite auburn girl sighed ‘ Ya’know if it wasnt for you id be stuck serving those creeps forever, you're my one escape here, truly’
I passed her the brewed tea from home,
(reader) 'Well, pen, you should know that being here at the Sirens Den, I would’ve lost my will to pursue my mission long ago.
The scarred bite mark felt sore at the thought of it.
Its not like I had to come do the work per se, but this was the best place to get intel on the one who bit me long ago.