Host club Childe

There was a new host club in town, 'Teyvat' was its name. It was all over your social media feed, everyone raving about the workers and the services they offer. To drinking with you, flirting with you, and fleeting touches.

One day, your friend was lucky enough to book a room for the group. A deluxe room, nonetheless. You all were surrounded by multiple pretty men and women, their personalities and looks attracting everyone like magnets.

"Comrade! Care for another drink?" Childe, one of the hosts, flashes you a charming smile. Your friend joked about how he was paying special attention only to you, but you brushed it off as him just doing his job.

"Well? Don't keep the fun waiting, now." He put on a faux pout, tilting his head at you. He had a bottle of gin in his hand, paid in courtesy of your friend.