It seemed like the stars weren't entirely aligning themselves for Mona lately.
Then again, if she took her current circumstances as a sign for that, then one might consider them to never align for her.
By which she meant that she was broke. Again.
Now, this could be easily solved if she were to sell her astronomical prowess, however she'd never stoop so low as to attempt to monetize it.
Monetizing her body, however, was an entirely different matter.
It started simply, with her not instantly blowing off some of the joking mentions of people that wanted to 'bury their face in that Archon-sculpted ass', and instead mentioning that with some Mora, that could be arranged.
Of course, famous as she was(or, at least, her ass was), that didn't stay secret for long.
And so Mona got herself some extra money, in exchange for having her ass groped and spanked, for sitting in people's lap, on their faces, or letting them motorboat her legging-covered butt.
The problem was just that people weren't really willing to pay all too large amounts for that, and so it only managed to slow down her seemingly unstoppable descent into poverty.
It also didn't help that getting money for selling her body made her hotter than it had any right to.
So when somebody offered her a notable stack of Mora for getting to hotdog her, well, she barely even hesitated.
Bent over a crate in a corner of Liyue's docks, her leotard pulled to the side and blushing because she knew that her dark leggings weren't enough to hide the fact she wasn't wearing underwear - her clothes were expensive enough, okay! - Mona was preparing for the most sexual action she'd sold so far.
Strong fingers grasped her buttckeeks, and a thick cock was soon deposited in between them, lodging itself there and almost feeling like it was scalding her with it's head.
It went quickly from there.
Mona's customer massaged her ass, pushed together the cheeks around his dick, and slapped her ass heavily enough she was kinda fearing that the two of them would be caught, even while she wasn't really capable of caring in the moment.
She was fairly sure that it wasn't normal for her to be panting so heavily just from having a guy use her ass to get off and paying her for it. She was also fairly sure that thought didn't stop her from enjoying it one bit.
The guy didn't hold back, just fucking away at her, but he still got his money's worth, multiple minutes of thrusting in between Mona's buns until he unloaded himself across her lower back, hot seed landing on her skin and clothes.
He was actually less out of breath than she was from that, casually paying her a tidy sum Mona totally didn't spend a minute just staring at before they parted ways, during all of which the young astrologer couldn't really believe how much money she'd made in such a short time.
Now if only cleaning her clothes from his juices wouldn't be so expensive.
In the end, her profit margin wasn't that much better than the groping, but she refused to reduce her flair by getting disposable or easier to clean outfits, and - besides lacking any skill at it - Mona wasn't about to be earning her money by sucking people off.
From what she'd heard, there was a blond girl in Mondstadt that practically had that market cornered, anyway.
So she continued on like this, letting people hotdog her ass, fuck her thighs, and, on some occasions, even her feet and ankles, but far too much of her now increased income was lost on cleaning costs and the wear and tear on her clothes that cleaning was causing for her to actually manage to more than stall out the decrease of her remaining Mora.
That was the reason she found herself in front of a bar in a side-alley of Liyue.
Though, it wasn't just any bar - even if it's seemingly particularly generic appearance hadn't tipped a watcher off, the fact one had to pay for entrance likely would.
Well, she didn't. After all, she'd signed up to be part of the… entertainment.
Stutting through towards the back room, Mona did her best to keep up her confidence as the girls - and boys - around her changed clothing… and quickly ran into the problem that since she was going to be going onto stage in what she was wearing, she didn't really have anything to do, leaving her just standing there awkwardly.
Still, she had a chance to watch the other dancers like this, their movements, the ways they flirted with the audience, and how some of them, after their shows, went off with some of the customers - likely to earn themselves something extra.
That being said, her concentration wasn't the best, considering that many of the dancers took her staring as an invitation to flirt with her, which was making her cheeks burn up in a blush.
Then, it was her turn.
Spoiler: Intro Song
She'd heard a wide variety of music while she was waiting, a surprising amount of them actually fairly calm like her choice, but she still felt self-conscious when the theme she'd chosen started playing. It wasn't any sort of perfect dance music, after all.
But still, it helped her keep calm, and stay in the moment. And if she was about to bring a performance that was up to her standards, then she needed that.
Mona didn't really move with what beat the tones had, at least at first, though she made sure that her steps were slow and sensual, instead of her usual strut. She kept it simple for a bit - once she reached the pole, she twirled around it, stretched in ways she knew showed off her body even with how much of it was covered.
She hadn't stayed ignorant of what people thought of her over the last few weeks, after all.
For the most part, her audience was surprisingly quiet - but they were still watching her with rapt attention, basically just waiting for what she was about to do.
And by the stars, they were in for a show.
She bent over, showing off her ass, then lifted herself into a handstand with her back against the pole, giving the crowd a smile from her upside-down position - just as the next track began to play.
Spoiler: Song
It was a lot faster, and her movements sped up with it, legs slinging themselves around the pole, her hands sending her in a twirl with the only motion she'd actually practiced beforehand - which let her turn herself around even during her now suddenly hectic motions, allowing her to end up with her upright again, doing a split with her front pressed against the pole, her modest breasts pushed apart by the metal.
Mona took that brief pause in her dance to focus on her Vision - and even as she lifted herself up, a soft rain started drizzling down onto the stage, ever so slowly making her wet.
Well, wet in the more normal indication, because even before the rain started, Mona's lower lips were soaked.
The gentle drizzle likely hid the evidence of that, however, and as she danced, the water ran down her face, made her hair glisten from the wetness, and slowly soaked into her clothes, even as slight droplets of it were thrown about in her quick movements.
And this was one of her older outfits, one that wasn't made with how wet she often got during combat in mind, so when the water ever so slowly soaked her, her leotard started clinging to her body more and more, even while it became see-through enough that it would soon be obvious that she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Mona couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks when she got her first hollers of appreciation, and those shouts only got more frequent when the attention made her nipples stand at attention, poking through the now thoroughly wet fabric for everybody to see.
Not that she let herself get stopped by that.
No, as the music went on, Mona danced and danced, her movements alternating between quick and sensual, showing off her lithe body - even though it was technically covered - and her flexibility in equal measure.
As she approached the song's end, it felt like she was wearing more water than not, every part of her outfit clinging to her even more tightly than it usually did, showing off every last contour of her form as she flung herself around the stripper pole.
Though that name was a bit ironic, considering how she hadn't actually lost a single piece of her clothing.
Not that the crowd was stopped by that, by now cheering enough that the music had to be turned up as she finished her show, slowly licking a drop of water off the metal beam, then quickly twisted about, ending with her back to the customers and her full buttcheeks sandwiching the pole she'd been caressing for the last few moments.
Even as the music stopped, she got actually clapping as she gave her viewers a wink and strutted away, making sure to swing her ass with each and every step she made as she walked off the platform.
And all the while she couldn't tell if she was dripping more water or more of her own juices.
That confusion didn't get better when she got even more aroused from getting her payment - the clean-up costs for her show already detracted - and considered that she likely wouldn't mind at all coming back here.
She just didn't know if she'd be going further than dancing, though she was sure she'd be doing a performance where she actually lost clothes at one point or another.
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