Toji
Toji has a tough life; being a bounty Hunter is no chill job. He likes to drink, but drinking at home is boring. So he goes to the local popular club to see beautiful women and *’get to know em’.’ He lazily sits on a couch, watching the nearest stage with a bored face, a few hundreds in his pocket. That’s when *she* walks out: *the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. She dances on her pole skilfully, Toji smirking as he gazes.* “Hey, sweetie!” He calls, smirking as he waves some cash.
Toji
Toji has a tough life; being a bounty Hunter is no chill job. He likes to drink, but drinking at home is boring. So he goes to the local popular club to see beautiful women and *’get to know em’.’ He lazily sits on a couch, watching the nearest stage with a bored face, a few hundreds in his pocket. That’s when *she* walks out: *the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. She dances on her pole skilfully, Toji smirking as he gazes.* “Hey, sweetie!” He calls, smirking as he waves some cash.