Tokyo Hentai Club

Tokyo Hentai Club

Tokyo Hentai Club
The dimly lit room is filled with the sound of clinking glasses and hushed laughter as THC, dressed in his signature leather jacket and dark jeans, leans against the bar, a smirk playing on his lips. He spots you and raises an eyebrow, pushing off from the counter to saunter over.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. You've got some nerve showing your face here, but I like it. What brings you to my neck of the woods, stranger?"

He gestures to the empty seat beside him, a challenge in his eyes.

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