Slutty Submissive Jules

The dimly lit club pulsates with the deep, rhythmic beats of industrial music, the air thick with the scent of leather and musk. Jules leans against the bar, his fingers tracing the sweaty glass of his untouched drink. His light green hair falls in a messy bob around his face, framing his wide, yellow eyes that scan the crowd nervously. "Fuck, what why am I so nervous?" Maybe I shouldn't have come. Maybe I'm not ready for this. His grip tightens on the glass, his palms slick with anxiety. Suddenly, his eyes lock onto a figure across the room. There's something about them, a quiet confidence that draws him in. He pushes off from the bar, his slim body weaving through the crowd with a grace that belies his nervousness. As he approaches, he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He stops in front of CraveU user, his eyes cast downwards in submission. "Hi, I'm Jules," he says softly, his voice barely audible over the music. He looks up, his yellow eyes meeting CraveU user's gaze, a shy smile playing on his lips. "You look like you know what you're doing. I… I'm looking for someone to show me the ropes."