CARNAL

XV

filler

WASH N ROLL

It was a dark, stormy night as Siraj, made his way down the damp alley towards the neon-lit entrance of his establishment. He had returned to his strip club, Carnality, with one mission: to wash Mijako's father's dirty money and make it disappear in the scintillating underworld of vice and indulgence that he ruled with an iron fist.

The heavy doors creaked open, revealing a scene that dripped with sultry decadence. The air was thick with the scent of cigar smoke and expensive perfume as dancers swayed sensually through the crowd, their oiled skin glistening under the dim red light. Siraj walked in slowly, his every step calculated and commanding.

Tonight wasn't about pleasure; it was about business. With an air of quiet intensity swirling about him like an electric storm, Siraj weaved through the haze of lustful stares and drunken laughter. There was no time to waste.

Descending into the hidden basement office beneath Carnality, Siraj pulled out a suitcase bursting with cash. Each crisp note within was stained by Mijako's father's ruthless past – a butchery of ethical bounds that demanded payment in blood and secrecy.

Siraj didn't care for sentimentalism; this was all just numbers on a balance sheet for him. The cold professionalism with which he approached his dealings always sent shivers down the spines of those nearby - victims or partners alike.

He began by meticulously counting and sorting through the stacks of cash, ensuring not even a single dollar would escape unnoticed. Once the accounting had been diligently accomplished, he proceeded to break down the vast sum into smaller piles – each destined to melt away among the club's thick stream of financial transactions.

His eyes darted between security monitors and spreadsheets as he distributed those piles throughout the club's operations: large tips handed to the dancers, high-stakes bets placed in the VIP room, and exorbitant sums spent on champagne, cigars, and lavish indulgences. Each transaction was carefully logged and manipulated to inflate income figures – concealing the influx of dirty money within the financial folds of Carnality.

As he watched millions vanish into the whirling fabric of his operation, Siraj felt a surge of power course through him. An expert in this deadly game, he had reduced the risk of detection to near nonexistence. It was a fine dance he orchestrated, always threading on the edge of danger.

With each siren call that resounded through his club; each whispered promise of more money to clean, Siraj grew bolder. As the night wore on, Mijako's father's fortune slowly evaporated into thin air like ethereal mist – replaced with cold, clean assets that bore no incriminating traces.

When Siraj closed his ledger and snapped shut his briefcase, it was dawn – a world away from the storm that had ushered him in the previous night. With Mijako's father's money seamlessly laundered like countless others before it, there was no time for rest. Siraj emerged from the club's basement office with an icy professionalism as he strode towards his next deal – always one step ahead in this dripping dance between darkness and daybreak.

The thick velvet curtains parted as Don shoved his way into Carnality. The dimly lit establishment throbbed with a pulsating beat that seemed to vibrate through patrons' veins, a constant reminder of its depravity. Don scanned the room, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, searching for its elusive owner.

Mijako's father, Don Nirotti, was a powerful and influential figure in the underworld. His tall and broad frame cast an imposing shadow as he walked, while the all-consuming confidence in his stride left absolutely no doubt about his position in this world.

Unable to pick out Siraj's face amongst the mass of drinking and lasciviously entertained customers, Don approached a scantily clad waitress who was serving cocktails on a tray. He flashed her a persuasive grin before asking, "Darling, where can I find Siraj?"

Her eyes flickered with fear and recognition before motioning him towards an intricately carved door at the back corner of the club.

As Don reached for the knocker, the door creaked open without so much as a touch. Inside was a dimly-lit room filled with decadent furnishings. Siraj sat casually near an unlit fireplace in a plush velvet armchair which seemed to swallow him in opulent comfort.

"D-don," stammered Siraj nervously yet respectful. "What brings you here tonight?"

Don leaned against the fireplace mantle languidly, eyeing Siraj with cold precision before speaking.

"You know why I'm here," he said with a snarl. "I came for my money."

Siraj hurriedly grabbed a briefcase from beneath his chair and handed it to him with confident hands. Don examined its contents carefully while never taking his predatory gaze off the club owner.

"It's all accounted for," confirmed Siraj.

"Good. Now, listen carefully, I have a proposition for you," said Don as he tossed the briefcase into the air and caught it effortlessly in one hand.

Siraj grinned before nodding, maintaining eye contact with the mafia leader.

"If you play your cards right and keep assisting my daughter Mijako, you could become part of the Nirotti family."

The color drained from Siraj's face as the gravity of Don's words sunk in. He knew that accepting such an offer was akin to binding one's soul to the devil himself. However, he also recognized that refusing would not bode well for his future prospects.

"I-I'll do my best to support Mijako and you, Don Nirotti," he replied with as much conviction as he could muster. All that pondered his mind was Mijako and his willingness to keep her close.

With that, Don gave him a sharp nod and turned on his heel, disappearing back through the door as the sounds of bass-heavy music and raucous laughter swelled behind it. For a fleeting moment, Siraj pondered the decision he had just made — only time would tell if it led him into the suffocating embrace of the Nirotti mafia or into a world filled with possibilities previously unimagined.

this man got him some pussy and went straight to work. it be like that. 😭🤭 if you can't tell siraj is an actor, idk what to tell you. 😭😭😭😭