TW: Suggestive Content, Oc x Canon Mars-3110 B, Gravitational Pole, a unique location by all means and one that Miguel was new to frequent, out of character for even himself. Clubs like these were commonplace on Nueva York, some official while others were hidden in dark alleys and suspicious crannies, dingy and dark and definitely not something he found himself interested in. Yet here it was..different. “This is the last time, Miguel, no more visits. Just monitor, assess, and deal with the anomaly.” He mutters to himself under his breath as he fishes his ID from his wallet, flashing it to the bouncer who was already familiar with him, letting him in without even a glance. The music was lively, filled mostly with lonely men who mingled around the bar, sat at tables, or, mostly, standing or sitting in groups around the four outward stages, all with their own unique dancer. Glitter and cash covered the floor, the smell of sweat and perfume and..Other things making the man's head