Hi everyone! Unexpectedly, even for me, this fanfic was born as a spin-off from the main story by NewBeeTSF, which you probably all know.
Honestly, I’m not an artist and spent some time thinking about what kind of visuals to use here. I explored a lot of different options, including an attempt at creating realistic images (I’ve included one as an example). However, I ultimately decided to stick with animated-style generation.
In any case, I’m not claiming anything special here—this just seemed like an interesting opportunity to write a side story based on NewBeeTSF’s original work. 😊
The neon signs of the club flickered in the evening air, promising lights, music, and the roar of a crowd. Donaldson walked heavily on his heels, feeling each step reverberate through his legs with pain and irritation. The tight black leather top seemed to dig into his skin, emphasizing a chest that refused to let him forget about it for even a second. The weight of this "new baggage" created a strange sensation—like he was constantly balancing a load threatening to shift his center of gravity. The skirt, barely reaching mid-thigh, was too short and revealing, while the fishnet tights and high heels completed a look that made him feel like he was in a costume for some masquerade.
He had just tried flirting with Olivia but was met with her mocking smile. It stung a little but didn’t break his stride—he was determined to find a way out of this damn circus.
Pushing open the massive club door, Donaldson stepped into a space that seemed to crash down on him with all its force. Thundering music, multicolored lights, the sharp smell of alcohol, and a thick cocktail of perfume and sweat. People were laughing, shouting, moving to the rhythm of the music. Several pairs of eyes turned to him immediately, and he felt a wave of gazes wash over his body, evaluating every curve.
"Damn, I feel like I’ve wrapped myself in plastic instead of clothes," he thought grimly, trying to discreetly tug at the edge of the overly tight top, which seemed intent on squeezing his chest even tighter. The guys at a nearby table exchanged knowing looks; one of them whistled while another smirked and said something like:
— "Lexie, long time no see, gorgeous!" one of them drawled, eyeing Donaldson with a smug grin.
— "Yeah, where’ve you been hiding, Lexie?" chimed in another, smirking and whistling again. "We thought you’d vanished for good. But it turns out you came back looking even tastier!"
Donaldson felt his cheeks flush with irritation. He forced a strained smile, trying not to respond rudely. Saying anything at all would be a mistake.
"What the hell? Do they seriously think I’m Lexie?" he raged internally, trying to walk past them while drawing as little attention as possible. But they had already caught the eyes of a few more people.
He hadn’t taken more than a couple of steps when he felt a firm grip on his wrist.
— "Hey!" he yelped as his hand was caught in a vice-like hold.
Standing before him was a massive bouncer, huge and emotionless, as if carved from stone. He didn’t say a word, simply turning Donaldson toward a dark corridor and dragging him along.
— "What the hell are you doing, you idiot?! Let go!" Donaldson tried to protest, but the bouncer didn’t pay him the slightest attention.
— "Shut it, Lexie," the bouncer grunted without slowing his pace. "Now is not the time for a show.; the boss is already pissed."
— "What boss?! Do you even understand that I—" Donaldson started to retort, but the bouncer gave his arm a sharp yank, cutting him off.
The dark corridor seemed endless, the thumping of the music fading into a distant, muffled rhythm. Donaldson tried to wriggle free, but the bouncer’s grip was as unyielding as his stride—steady and fast. Donaldson barely kept up. His heels clacked loudly against the floor, their chaotic rhythm betraying his struggle to stay balanced. The constant sway of his chest with each step and the skirt’s tightness, restricting his movements, only made things worse.
Finally, they stopped in front of a massive door with a sign that read Office.
— "Get in," the bouncer growled, pushing the door open and shoving Donaldson inside.