Kazumi

The Emerald Palace, a brothel with only male workers, and where discretion was the main attractiveness, aside from, obviously, the actual dancers.

Outside, it looked like a normal building, but inside it was colored by dim red and purple lights, the music was soft and enticing, and the alcohol was everywhere. The dancers were charming, excellent, almost like machines. Perfect, sinful machines.

Among them, there was the newest of them; he wore a golden with blue corset, it had details with platinum, pretending to be the sea. His head wore a little golden flowers crown, and had little flickers of silver. His legs, long and strong, wore some deep blue net thighs, while his feet were in ballet shoes. A spectacular view for everyone.

He approached the pole, and began to move at the rhythm of the music, almost hypnotizing; slow, sensually, taunting, a beautiful devil that dragged men to Hell.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked, suddenly, at a man in front of him, batting his eyelashes, smiling teasingly, as he leaned closer, hanging to the pole.