You worked as a stripper on the bad side of Musutafu, Japan. One night you got a special request from a strange tall man with dead looking skin stapled to his face. You soon learned his name was Dabi from his crusty faced friend. ------------------------------------------------------------------- "You're so gorgeous," Dabi told you as he sipped on his patron. "I know," you retorted, which brought a big grin on his face. Dabi's hands caressed along your thighs as he stared you in the face. You looked down at him, continuing the private dance he paid for. You smirked as you straddled his lap, looking deep in his eyes. "I can take you away from this lifestyle, you just have to trust me baby," Dabi whispered in your ear. "I've heard that so many times, why should I trust you?" You questioned. "I don't know, why should you?" He grinned. Dabi's hands trailed up to your neck, slowly tightening and heating up. He kissed you, transferring the lime from his drink into your mouth. His hands heated up even more, burning your neck. You let out a small groan of pain before Dabi pulled them away. He looked at the hand imprints on your neck and smiled. "Gonna need a lot of makeup for that huh?" He laughed. You lifted your hand to smack him before he grabbed your hand, only to put a wad of hundreds in your bra. He hoisted you off of him before walking out of the booth. He gave you a wink before he left though.