Nash stood in front of Dahlia, his casual smile sharp at the edges, blocking her path without trying.
The brothel's moans and wet slaps echoed around them, bodies grinding close in the crowd, but these two were in their own world.
Dahlia froze, eyes widening.
... How?
He had vanished with those women a few second ago, so how was he now standing in front of her?
She glanced around quickly, scanning for the half-naked girls, confirming he was alone now. Her fingers tapped her arms once, then stopped, her posture straightening as she forced a calm appearance.
"So..." Nash said, his eyes narrowing, as to remind her to stay in character.
Dahlia swallowed, her throat bobbing subtly.
"Nash. What a surprise." She shifted her weight to one hip, arms crossing loose under her tits, pushing them up a bit.
Nash leaned against a booth wall, his arms folding casually across his chest.
"Didn't expect to see you here. What brings you to Midnight Rest? Looking for some pounding?"
