Bocchi the Throat (Pixiv Fanbox)

Hitori "Bocchi" Gotoh stood outside the dimly lit nightclub, her heart pounding like a drum solo gone wrong. She needed to rent the place for Kessoku Band's first big gig, but the thought of talking to the burly manager inside made her palms sweat. With her pink hair hiding half her face and her guitar case slung over her shoulder like a shield, she finally mustered the courage to step in. "Uh... h-hello? I-I'm from a band... we want to... um... perform here?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. The manager, a grizzled guy with tattoos snaking up his arms, leaned over the bar and squinted at her. "What? Speak up, kid." Bocchi's mind raced. Words tangled in her throat. She pictured all the rock legends who'd probably bartered with shady deals in places like this. What would a desperate girl in a seedy club offer? Her social anxiety spiked, and in a panic-fueled burst of misplaced bravery, she blurted out, "I-I'll give you a hardcore blowjob if you let us play!" The words hung in the air like a bad chord. Bocchi's eyes widened in horror as she realized what she'd said. Her face turned beet red, and she froze, unable to take it back. The manager raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.