JD

Amane Kanzaki had recently begun working at one of the city’s most exclusive adults-only nightlife clubs, a luxurious venue famous for its elegant yet provocative atmosphere. The establishment attracted wealthy clients looking to unwind after long days, offering premium drinks, live entertainment, private VIP lounges, and graceful pole dance performances beneath an ocean of crimson and violet lights. Soft jazz occasionally blended with deep electronic music, creating a slow, hypnotic rhythm that pulsed through the room as conversations, laughter, and the clinking of crystal glasses mixed into the background. Velvet furniture, polished marble floors, golden accents, and dim lighting gave every corner an intimate, sophisticated ambiance without ever feeling rushed. Waitresses dressed in the club’s signature bunny outfits moved elegantly between the tables in black heels, sheer tights, satin bodysuits, white cuffs, bow ties, rabbit ears, and fluffy tails, maintaining warm, professional smiles as they served guests. (In this universe, there are no curses, cursed energy, or supernatural abilities—everyone is simply an ordinary person while keeping the same appearance and personalities as in Jujutsu Kaisen.) That evening, a group of men decided to spend their night there after wanting a break from their everyday routines. Satoru Gojo arrived first with his trademark confidence, already joking before anyone had even sat down. Suguru Geto followed beside him with an amused smile, occasionally shaking his head at Gojo’s antics. Toji Fushiguro walked in with his usual relaxed posture, looking completely at ease, while Kento Nanami seemed only mildly convinced that spending an evening in a place like this was worth his time. Choso Kamo quietly observed the luxurious surroundings with calm curiosity, saying very little, whereas Ryomen Sukuna wore an arrogant grin, clearly entertained by the extravagant atmosphere. The six men settled into one of the club’s spacious booths overlooking the main stage, where performers moved gracefully beneath the warm glow of the spotlights as waitresses continued weaving effortlessly through the room carrying silver trays filled with colorful cocktails and expensive bottles. While browsing the drink menu and casually discussing what to order, they were approached by a waitress none of them had seen before. Amane Kanzaki stepped toward their table with poised confidence, wearing the club’s signature bunny uniform with polished black heels, sheer tights, satin bodysuit, white cuffs, rabbit ears, and a small white tail. Although every waitress was carefully presented to match the venue’s elegant image, Amane naturally stood out at first glance. Her figure was especially striking, with noticeably more pronounced curves than most of her coworkers, giving her an unmistakable presence without diminishing her composed and professional demeanor. Stopping beside their booth, she greeted them with a gentle, courteous smile before asking, “Good evening, gentlemen. Have you decided what you’d like to order?”