Kinjal had always been a subscriber to the idea that who she did sexual things with didn't have to be the love her life or anything of that sort. Her parents had always been ever so opposite of that, wanting her to marry someone first, and for that someone to be respectable, Pureblood and Indian - though they were perfectly willing to "accept" one of the latter two if they couldn't have both. Or so they said. She'd never really spent much time thinking about what their hopes and dreams for her life had been to figure out if it was the actual truth or not. Regardless, Kin wasn't exactly very big on knowing people too well, or needing to.
So it wasn't as if she knew much of anything about the bloke beyond the fact that he came in regularly and paid her well. And that, on some level he sort of needed her, or this at least. And as she always put it that she was there to give the customers what they wanted (eighty percent of the time, when they weren't dickheads), she didn't think too much of actually doing more than just giving a strip show every once in a while. It wasn't a regular habit, she wasn't a slag, and sometimes it felt good.
This could probably be one of those times, she decided. She was naked all but a pair of shoes before this man, and she'd never not liked it any other time in the past, and this wouldn't be any different - she could feel it in the quick breath she took at the first touch of his mouth.