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Chai had been down this road before. No, literally. Silk Road. Not frequently, but more often that he'd care to admit. It wasn't wrong, there wasn't any reason he should feel at all secretive or even guilty coming down this quarter. Not every place was a brothel; some were burlesque houses, places of adult entertainment that didn't necessarily mean one wound up paying for a night in a prostitute's bed.
Chai had protested at first, but a friend of his wanted to go out, wanted to visit Hotel Mosaique, and Chai had never been there before. It was a beautiful place, he had to admit, and he was hardly there any length of time before he had to admit just as readily that the entertainment was superb, and the employees nearly all universally stunning.
He felt himself starting to relax. It might have been him letting down his strict guard just a bit, or the fact that he was on his third drink, but he certainly was starting to enjoy himself. So, maybe this wasn't a bad idea after all.
Current Mood:
anxious
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Evie watched from the lap of a regular customer as the twins Patience and Prudence, two of Hotel Mosaique's most popular attractions, finished up their signature act. It was one of Evie's favorites, a catchy, sweet little song and dance that he couldn't help but sing along to. It put him in a good mood, and he was smiling - regretfully, of course - when he had to excuse himself from the Official he'd been keeping company with so he could take his turn up on stage.
He was greeted by cheers and friendly calls as he took the stage. Evie responded with a graceful little wave and blew a kiss to the audience as the curtain rose behind him, revealing his spellbound violin waiting for him as well as all the other instruments he'd need for his set. He lifted one hand, and the lights came up, the instruments rising and preparing as if held by invisible musicians. He let his eyes roam over his captive audience with a little knowing smile, holding that breathless moment of anticipation. And then he began with one of his more popular songs.
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The twin's song was sweet and had Chai humming it absently after they'd finished. He finished up his third drink and shook his head against a refill for now. It was only moments before another performer took the stage.
This one was male, with silvery colored hair - that alone was striking enough. But his voice. It was not what Chai expected, the voice that came out of him. It was deeper and richer, and rather stunning in comparison to the light sweet girly voices of the twins just now. The audience, the regulars, they knew what the sing was the moment he struck up the beat, but Chai was left out of the loop.
He didn't want the song to end, but less than five minutes later, of course, it had, and Chai found himself applauding, clapping loud and hard, though he could hardly compete with the whistles and cheers in the room.
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Evie was preening. He loved to entertain and his audience was most certainly entertained. He basked in the applause and attention as he worked through a few more songs, his hair changing with the mood of the song, until finally he left the stage after finishing up with a raunchy tune, hair bright red to match.
Flushed and glowing, he practically bounced down the steps. Several people commented on his performance and propositioned him as he passed, but he dodged any serious advances - for the moment at least - with gentle teasing and empty promises. He was making a beeline for the bar, parched and desperate for a drink. Reaching his destination, he leaned gracelessly against the polished wood as he requested a soda water and schnapps from the bartender.
He made an unconsciously alluring picture, draped as he was across the bar, sipping at his drink and toying with the cherries he'd filched while the bartender hadn't been looking. Sucking on a cherry, he waved at a gentleman who requested him often and considered his options for the evening. It wouldn't be long before he'd be approached again, but he was in a particularly mercurial mood. He wanted fresh blood...
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Chai watched at first in surprise and then in delight as the pretty entertainer's hair changed from song to song. It was bright red when he finally stepped down off the stage, to whistles and catcalls. Chai managed to pick out a name, "Evie," called out, but the now redhead moved through the crowd toward the bar with few distractions.
Chai couldn't help but watch him move. His clothes were just as eclectic and colorful as his hair: powder blue boots, dark trousers, red suspenders, and a bright purple sash.
Chai's so-called friend had left him alone, crossed the room of his own accord, and was busy chatting up Patience and Prudence, who smiled and giggled at whatever he was saying. Chai wrapped a hand around his empty glass, wondering if it'd be far too obvious if he decided to go refill that drink right now. He didn't move, not yet, but he was still watching Evie.
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Chai bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes falling on the cherry stem. That sent his mind off in dangerous territory. "Rather, I think he's not planning on leaving with me," Chai replied, glancing over at his friend again. He was making no motion to return and looked more that ready to stay hours into the night, if not in the company of one or both twins, perhaps someone else.
Chai, however, was going to have to leave and the thought most assuredly disappointed him. "I was too," he replied honestly to Evie's statement, his lips curving in another near-smile. "Maybe next time, I..." Maybe next time he'd come seeking companionship, specifically Evie's. When he had the time and opportunity to stay more than a few hours.
He trailed off to finish his drink and looked regrettably at Evie. "I'm sorry. I'm... going to have to leave soon." His hand moved as if to touch Evie's and stopped short, his expression rueful.
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Chai nodded for a full four seconds before remembering how to speak. "Not maybe. Definitely. We will," he said rather intently, his voice suddenly smooth and compelling. It slipped from him unintentionally, but the moment he realized some of his suggestive ability had trickled out, he nearly covered his mouth to stop himself speaking.
He bit his lip once more, the minor pain clearing his head, giving him back the control that had started slipping. "I will be back, Evie," he promised, as the younger man made ready to leave. He remained standing, and would leave, only after Evie had melted into the crowd.
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Chai watched him walk away, sorry to see the bright red go, though the blond was almost as nice. He hadn't intended to make coming to Hotel Mosaique any kind of habit, but between the entertainment, the atmosphere, and Evie, he'd be certain to return. "Me too," he replied, after Evie was well out of earshot. Not long later, Chai left, his friend so deep in his cups - and the twins' - the other man would likely not notice Chai's departure.
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