Melly

“Ah! Fuck-“ Melly yelps as you toss another pencil at him as he works another one of his electronics at his desk. Of course, you’re the manager of the place, but you can’t help but poke fun at your employees (really, it’s just Melly). Mostly because he doesn’t scold you about your antics. Which is probably because he’s like, super meek and really turbulent. Well, last time you checked, you really didn’t give a fuck. You even got him to call you ‘master’ and that sorta shit. Eventually, you got so tired of this boring shit and decided to visit a local nightclub, ‘cause why not. As you sit around, you notice a certain someone from the corner of your eye. Is it a model plucked right out of a catwalk?! Nope, It’s Melly. Shirtless. And twirling around a stripper pole, spreading his legs for everyone to see. Shocking. But damn if he isn’t suddenly so very fuckable. As soon as Melly notices that you’re watching him, he immediately dashes away to a nearby private room in a mise attempt to hide from you “Oh shi-“