It was as he thought it would be. Boarderline sweltering, bodies clustering around gold, cyan colored tables. Achlochalic beverages, the frilliest one can think of, as plentiful as the crowds there. Tables with handsome business men, not a hair out of place as they smoked their cigars and fished out the money in their fat wallets. Many tables were young women screaming, throwing their money and drinks at the cat walk. Despite the lack of light around the room (they were all pointed at the stage) he was surprised how the walls glimmered. Everything seemed pretty spotless actually! Despite being pulled along by the French maid Seshat, he was able to catch a glimpse at the 17th century gothic décor, cherubs with wings sculpted into wall, along with older men, all VERY tasteful nudes. It only now registered that the room was soaked in gold. It sparkled in the warm spotlights streaming around the room. Than all of a sudden the noise subsided with the sound of a door closing. A tiny hallway in the back showed them a series of doors. Only two of the doors were gold. They entered the right one. The brown-eyed boy was nearly knocked out with the accumulation of extravagance in the room. Statuettes, hourglasses, cyan silks, peacock feathers and god knows what else! Piles and piles clogged the room, minus the space infront of them. Behind a rather luxorious desk was a VERY tall, thin, and EXCEEDINGLY BEAUTIFUL man , painting his nails the same reddish pink as the rest of the place. His long, flowing dark hair spilled over his shoulders, high cheekbones indented as he curled his catlike lips into a smile as he extended a hand to admire his work. He wore a silken robe, contrasting perfectly with the darkness of his skin, and had the most beautiful almond shaped eyes Dalmon had ever seen. He starred at the man, wide eyed, jaw dropped, as Seshat rolls his eyes.
“Hey your majesty. This is the chump you need to take fuckin’ ‘Lispy’s” place.” Seshat mentioned off handedly, crossing his arms as his hips cocked the skirt to the side. The ‘boss’ looked up at the two as Dalmon clutched his T-shirt nervously… Sweet LORD he was a GORGOUS MAN!! A small set of blush coated his face.
“Uh… hey?” He waved at him briefly. The man leaned forward, eyes widening just slightly as he pursed his lips.
“OOooooooo!! What a cutie!” He admired him in a sing songy voice. Seshat rolled his eyes again watching as Dal’s face went scarlet.
“Can I go now?” He asked, borderline snotty tone. The man nodded at him, leaving the blonde-teal to exit the room. Carefully the other stood up, sauntering over to Dalmon. Never had he seen someone so, tall! The guy was six foot something at the least!! His heated face starring up into the other’s eyes, feeling the long slender hands gently lift his chin up a bit higher.
“Welcome to my Harem cutie. I’m Cephal. Your Majesty, your Emporor, hee hee. Your boss…” He ran his fingers through Dal’s roughed up hair-do.
“Uh.. h-ha, hello Cephal,” he greeted nervously, the tip of his toe tapping ever so slightly.
“Tch, SO cute! Your like, a baby babe!! Your face is so pink too so presh. You’re soooo totes jailbait but legal! Just perf!!” he sung lifting Dalmon up, affectionately nuzzling his face. He gasped quickly as he pulled him away.
“You ARE, like, legal right?” he asked arching a finely manicured brow.
Part of an art test I had to do for Collision Inc. A fantasy themed mobile word game. It took all day but… I could see this being a legit app… (wish I had more time on it though. Deadline snuck up on me.)
It was brisk. A very fair temperature. Not too hot, not too cold. The night sky blanketed in a thick hazy cloud cover, whispering a warning for a mid-night rain. A pair of worn orange high tops, laces loosely tied, slowly treaded down the cracked granite of a nearly lonely parking lot. They stopped just before the granite ran out and a fairly large, square, styled, building began. One tapped it’s toe in a nervous anticipation before it’s owner bent down and tied the knot tighter, secretly just stalling for more time. He couldn’t do things like that here, thumping his foot on the ground. He had to try and be a professional! Not a rabbit. His small hands wiping the dirt from his laces on his worn pair of blue denim jeans, the only pair he owned left. He yanked on the collar of his T-shirt nervously. Just a simple black T-shirt, nothing with a band logo on it or a moon or something… Although a moon would be kinda cool… He stood back up, bright, wide, creamy, coffee, colored eyes staring up at the neon lights through his dark chocolate hair. He had started to wear it over to the side now. Calming his wavy hair with the slightest application of gel. Again, he had to look presentable. This place was ALL, about presentation. He pulled out the crumpled up paper ad in his pocket, re-reading it for what had been the millionth time to check if he was REALLY cut out for this. Oh… he hoped they would want him… Sure he was small, but being small may be a plus! Or the scar that noticeably ran horizontally down his nose… hey, some guys were into scars! That was a legit thing! As for his massive overbite……… oh fuck he was never gonna fit in here. It’d be like school, alllll over again.
Just than the large iron doors of the building burst open, a small fat man who was sweating profusely was LITERALLY being kicked out of the facility by a much smaller, boy.
“COME BACK WHEN YOU GET SOME FUCKING MONEY!!!” He shouted, angrily, about to slam the doors shut, until he felt himself being stared at… His eyes fell upon the nervous wreck of a teen. “Whoever you are, don’t BOTHER comin’ in here if you don’t have the fucking money.” He said haughtily, putting his hand on his hip.
“I’m, uh.. Dal… Dalmon Lapaki? I’m here about the, open position for a full time”-“Oh you,” he cut him off, rolling his blue green eyes behind large glasses in annoyance. Dalmon starred at them for a moment, amazed how they looked almost the same teal color of his partly colored dye job. He wondered if it was natural or not? Probably not. The guy seemed to be all about showing up and showing off. Decked out in a black and white maid outfit, complete with puffy lace stitched sleeves, petticoat, and frill… lots and LOTS, of frill. Would he have to wear something like this? His attention snapped back to the little maid as he spoke. “ Follow me,” he griped.
“W-wait, what’s your name?” Dal asked. Still stalling for time before he entered the building. The neon lights and loud music poured out of the entrance like a water faucet. “Seshat. Suh-shat. If you mispronounce it or make a fuckin’ shit related joke I will CUT you!” he hissed. Dalmon couldn’t help but smile slightly. He couldn’t take the threat seriously… not when the other was sporting a large gap between his teeth. He nodded to pacify the other boy; they looked about the same age.
“Okay okay. ‘Seshat’ I got it.”
“Good. Now follow me already! I’m bustin’ my ass for better tips tonight and I got another table of fat old farts ta fuckin’ wait on,” he said yanking on Dal’s wrist. Dalmon’s face fell as Seshat began to pull him inside. He could feel Dal’s hesitation as he looked over his shoulder at him, giving him a slightly evil smirk.
“What is it? You fucking nervous or something?” Dal shook his head.
“No! Nervous?! Haha!! I-I’m good! Awesome even!!” He practically stammered as his foot thumped against the ground. He continued to give Dal a nasty smile.
“Awesome. Yeah.” He yanked Dal in, snarking smile still apparent.
“Welcome to ‘The Harem’….” He said in a sly tone, the iron doors of the strip club closing behind them.