~Inari's POV~

"Hey! Everyone, we're implementing a new policy that we think will cut back on potential creeping on our servers. Wear the green wristband if you're okay with people flirting and touching you, wear the yellow wristband if you're okay with just innocent flirting and light touching and the red wristband for no contact." Sakura, one of the performers who'd been working at the club the longest, addressed everyone as she handed wristbands out to the serving staff.

Candy, the newer server who I'd rescued from our creepy boss a few weeks back, grabbed a red wristband and slid it on her thin wrist before looking around anxiously to make sure it was okay. I offered her a smile and mouthed, 'it's okay.' and she seemed to calm down. All the other servers picked their wristbands before heading out onto the floor to start their prepwork before we opened. Candy approached me as I stood in front of one of the dozens of mirrors to touch up my makeup.

"Queenie?" She asked nervously.

"Yes?" I made eye contact with her through the mirror, her bright baby blue eyes were filled with anxiousness.

"I just wanted to thank you for all your help with the manager. He hasn't made any more unwanted advances." She squeaked softly.

"I'm glad he's finally learning. You have my number, you can call me anytime anyone gives you trouble. I promise, I don't mind." I smiled.

"Th-thanks." She beamed before offering me a cute bow and skipping off.

I finished my makeup and went to the vanity table that operated as my desk to take a look at my appointment book. Most of the time my clients called the club on my days off to book appointments and most of the people at the club knew better than to bother me on my days off. I opened the book to today's date and paused as I spotted a strange name slotted into my first appointment of the night, "Cat Dad" I frowned. What the fuck kind of alias was that?

I shrugged and readjusted my tight black corset top before heading out onto the floor to see who needed help with their prepwork. I helped restock the bar and hung up the signage for the new wristband policy that had the colors and their meaning in clear letters. There were signs on the walls and a sign atop every table and a big sign posted at the entrance along with some disposable wristbands for guests to wear if they wanted to indicate how much they wanted to participate with other guests and staff.

Goro got the music started and one of the servers went to unlock the doors at opening time. I headed to my usual private room to wait for my first appointment trying to imagine what someone with the alias 'cat dad' would look like. What if he had a cat quirk and had cat ears? That would be kinda adorable. As I was trying to imagine 'cat dad', someone cleared their throat from behind me, startling me from my daydreaming.

I spun around and froze up as I spotted Aizawa, dressed in his usual hero attire. He was no longer a mummy and sporting a new scar under his right eye. I frowned, "...Cat Dad?"

"I didn't choose it." He sighed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I growled.

"I have an appointment." He said with a small smile.

I glared back at him, "I'd foolishly thought you were done stalking me."

"I'm just a paying customer, this time." He noted.

I threw him another scowl before stepping into the private room and holding the glass door open for him. He followed me into the room. I turned to face him, folding my arms in front of my chest and tapped my foot impatiently. "What'll it be?"

"You came to visit me in the hospital." He remarked casually.

"And?" I asked impatiently.

"You did something and I dreamt about a friend I hadn't had a pleasant dream about in years. When I'm conscious I seem to only think about painful memories, I'd like to relive those good ones again." He replied sincerely.

"Really?" I asked curiously.

He nodded.

"That's it?" I frowned.

"Did you want there to be more?" He pondered.

I felt my face grow warm, "no!"

He hesitated, his dark eyes looking me over carefully, "how should I-?"

I rolled my eyes, "just sit on the sofa."

A high pitched scream sounded from outside. I turned, on alert, and looked through the wall of glass windows to the main floor trying to find the source of the scream. "Stay her-." I began to order Aizawa but paused as I felt him place a hand on my shoulder, halting me.

"You stay here." He ordered and made a move toward the door gently shoving me back where it was safer.

I roughly shoved him away from me, "no! YOU stay here! This is my job, not yours. Don't get in my way." I growled angrily and stepped out of the room and rushed off in the direction the scream had come from.

I spotted a group of men in nice suits at one of the VIP sections. One of the men, who had the nicest suit of all of them was holding onto Candy, tightly. She was trying to put up a struggle but was too weak to break free.

"HEY!" I snarled, snatching up one of the servers prop riding crops for dominatrix week. I cracked it loudly atop one of the nearby tables drawing everyone's attention, "are you fucking color blind?" I growled at the man holding Candy.

"Huh?" He looked at me obliviously.

"What color is her wristband?" I asked as I tightened my grip on the riding crop in my hand.

He looked down at Candy's slender wrist, "red."

"Oh so you're not color blind, just a fucking asshat." I growled, "and what pray tell does the sign say the red wristbands mean?" I smacked a nearby sign with the riding crop. It made a loud snap that caused several people to jump and a few others to stare at me dreamily.

"No contact." The man responded.

"Great, you can fucking read." I shot him a glare, "so, let her go."

"Only if you take her place." He smirked.

"Gladly." I growled.

"And what color is your wristband?" He asked as I moved closer.

I held up my naked wrists, "I'm not wearing one."

"And what does that mean?" He asked suavely.

"You can touch me wherever you please." I said in a sultry voice.

He shoved Candy away and she dropped to the ground a few feet away looking like she was going to hyperventilate.

"Q-Queenie!" She cried as I stepped into the VIP booth and the man reached his hand toward me. His hand made contact with my bare neck and I activated my quirk.

I reached up and firmly grasped his wrist in my hand, "you're a piece of shit and you're going to drop down on your hands and knees and bow your head to the floor begging Candy to forgive you until you either knock yourself out or she forgives you." I hissed icily. "Now!"

The man in the fancy suit stared back at me with a blank expression before doing as I commanded. He dropped to his knees and crawled toward Candy groveling at her feet and bowing his head to the floor repeatedly with enough force his forehead began to split open and stream blood.

"Boss?!" The other men in suits panicked.

"What the fuck did you do, bitch?!" One of them lunged at me and I saw a glint of metal way too close for comfort. I attempted to step away but wasn't quick enough. A strong arm wound around my waist from behind just as the man slashed at me and I was wrenched backward. I felt the sting as the blade slashed me across the chest though realized in that moment it most certainly would have been my neck if I hadn't been pulled back. A strange scarf wrapped around my attacker immobilizing him in an instant. I stood frozen in terror as I realized I'd narrowly avoided dying.

"Someone call the cops." Aizawa's voice sounded like it was right in my ear and I realized then he was the one who had pulled me back from certain death and it was his firm chest currently pressed against my back. "None of you move." He ordered the men in suits.

The one they'd all called Boss successfully knocked himself out. Candy stared down at him in horror, shocked by everything that had just happened.

"You'll regret this, you bitch." The man who'd slashed at me snarled enraged, "you have no idea who you're fucking messing with!"

Aizawa spun me around, "Inari?" His tired eyes grew wide as he looked to where the knife had nicked me. "You need medical attentio-."

I came back to my senses and shoved him away from me. "I didn't need your fucking help! I told you to stay out of my way!"

He inclined an inquisitive brow, "what?"

I was still shaken and I could feel blood seeping into my cleavage which meant the nick on my chest was a bit deeper than a nick. "I'm taking a smoke break." I announced with hostility and stormed toward the back alley.

"But you don't smoke?" Candy called after me worriedly.

"Great fucking time to start!" I snapped as I started to lose my cool. It felt like I was slowly losing control and I was spiraling. I always had everything under control. It had been a long time since I'd felt this feeling of helplessness and I was panicking. I didn't like it.