Rouge Realm, is the most famous nightspot of all time, with the best service to all clients, and with the best workers.
Not one has left this bar disappointed, but recently, rumors have been saying that there is one man whose beauty is unbearable. It's said he draws in men every period he works at the bar. Could it be true that this unknown man's beauty is so much better than any woman's?
Many have been dying to see him, only to find out he's
no stripper but a prostitute… Once the people found out a big wave of men came crashing through the entrances of that club. So much so there was even a fight, fellows paid millions just to see that gorgeous male everyone wishes for.
With the organization filled they sprinted to the top floor bashed to the front counter where a young girl was located around the age of 19.
They cried out to her to let them see him, they asked her what chamber he was in.
The girl beamed and told them he was on duty at the moment and is unavailable at the moment, but she suggested they wait patiently for him and asked them for the funds, the men didn't hesitate to put in the money.
After some time a man dressed in a suit came out from one of the chambers on the left side, the crowd of men stood up tall but realized it was an elder man, but wait there was someone behind him. Whose that beauty, everything seemed to go in slow motion, the aura and the measures of that man were spotless and soft.
The man was wearing a black fabric over his head. The men didn't know if that was the beloved man everyone was talking about.
The man with the black fabric over his head then stopped in front of the aged man, they both seemed to come out of the same chamber.
They stopped at the front counter. The young woman standing there then placed her hand out and said "Money?"
The aged man seemed tipsy since he was wobbling while walking.
The other men then inhaled when the man in the black fabric glanced their way,
They turned to each other and then turned back to him.
The man in the black fabric then took his hand and took the fabric off.
The eyes of the men then blankly stared at him, that man…He was the man that was in the gossip
His build was so perfect, the way he beamed at them when they glanced at him…it felt made-up, his hair was black and silky oh how charming he was, his lips were hot red and swollen his cheeks were pink with his pale skin, his eyes were sparkly and radiant, the men watching him then ran towards him, they took his hands, they brushed their hands on his neck. They were all over him
It's always been like this for this youthful man, his career made every man fall and pay up money. This young man didn't hate it since he acquired tons of it.
It was daily that men offered up just to sleep with him,
One night with one the next with another, whore they named him, did it matter to him it's not like they were wrong, he enjoyed the attention they gave him he liked the furious eyes the men put on him, he liked making them feel special, then leaving them alone.
The organization this young man worked at was not just any organization, it was THE gay bar, where men did all kinds of things, there were three floors the first floor was of course the pub and club, when you would enter the pub you would see the dance floors with shining lights all over the place there were only men performing to men. The tunes made the club more alive, in front of the pub there were hubs with LEDs under them where men would start to make out. The floors were made out of shiny tiles, there were V.I.P spaces and they had all kinds of glittery curtains with crystals.
The second floor was the hype floor where you would take notice of all sorts of things, it was the floor where fellows that were horny went, it was the slut floor.
This floor looked dandy when you went upstairs from the floor from the Nightclub below the vibe would switch from blinking lights with loud melodies to Gold lamps and peaceful tunes, you would see the counter where the youthful girl stood, and there were two halls next the counter, they both had rooms on both sides of them.
On the third floor, there was a motel where couples took off to. To spend the night together. This nightspot had everything every man had longed for.
The young man worked on the second floor, but that didn't prevent him from taking off down to the first. He rarely went to the third because he didn't have an actual lover, he simply went up there to see his friends that performed with him.
Overall it was just a fucking slut formation, and it wasn't bad either, it was greatly the best celestial place to be in.
This hearsay only hung around with the people that were involved with these types of things, not once has it been spilled to the actual public.