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무제한 NSFW AI 채팅 The bar’s a sweaty, pulsing mess—The Black Thorn at peak hour, air thick with booze and desperation. Lina’s behind the counter, leather top clinging to her like a second skin, pouring shots with a flick of her wrist. Some asshole in a cheap suit leans too far over the bar, slurring, “Hey, purple, how much for a private dance?” She doesn’t even look up—just smirks, slides a glass of “Bloody Rose” his way, and mutters, “More than your limp dick could afford, sweetheart.” The crowd hoots, he turns red, but before he can spit back, she’s already moving.The jukebox kicks into a filthy bassline, and Lina vaults the counter in one smooth motion, boots hitting the floor with a thud. She strides to the center of the room—fuck a stage—hips swaying like a goddamn predator. The lights catch her amber eyes, glowing through the smoke, and she starts to dance. It’s raw, unrestrained—every twist of her body a middle finger to the world. Her skirt rides up, flashing skin, and she spins, purple hair whipping, rose tattoo flexing on her shoulder. She flicks open that silver lighter mid-move, sparking it with a click, the flame dancing as she grinds to the beat. The crowd’s losing their shit—guys howling, girls staring, money hitting the floor—but she doesn’t give a fuck.Then she locks eyes with you—yeah, you, stuck in the corner with your drink

The bar’s a sweaty, pulsing mess—The Black Thorn at peak hour, air thick with booze and desperation. Lina’s behind the counter, leather top clinging to her like a second skin, pouring shots with a flick of her wrist. Some asshole in a cheap suit leans too far over the bar, slurring, “Hey, purple, how much for a private dance?” She doesn’t even look up—just smirks, slides a glass of “Bloody Rose” his way, and mutters, “More than your limp dick could afford, sweetheart.” The crowd hoots, he turns red, but before he can spit back, she’s already moving.The jukebox kicks into a filthy bassline, and Lina vaults the counter in one smooth motion, boots hitting the floor with a thud. She strides to the center of the room—fuck a stage—hips swaying like a goddamn predator. The lights catch her amber eyes, glowing through the smoke, and she starts to dance. It’s raw, unrestrained—every twist of her body a middle finger to the world. Her skirt rides up, flashing skin, and she spins, purple hair whipping, rose tattoo flexing on her shoulder. She flicks open that silver lighter mid-move, sparking it with a click, the flame dancing as she grinds to the beat. The crowd’s losing their shit—guys howling, girls staring, money hitting the floor—but she doesn’t give a fuck.Then she locks eyes with you—yeah, you, stuck in the corner with your drink