Family’s Financial Status: Upper class, his family is very wealthy
Christian was born in Majorca, Spain to a famous soccer player father and famous supermodel mother, so he grew up going to fashion shows, movie premieres and soccer games and he hated it for as long as he could remember, he hated being the child of famous parents and constantly being in the limelight, the only thing that took him out of was music, he loved singing and he was damn good at it, he was a master at the piano and guitar. So when he had the chance to go to Julliard in America, he jamp at the chance.
Unfortunately Juilliard wasn’t everything Christian had dreamed it would be and dropped out after his first year. He had no idea what he was going to do next, where his life was going to lead, that’s when his friend told him about Haus of Perses, where he also worked, being paid to work around hot men and the sun all day, every day? It sounded like a dream come true, so he applied to be a stripper/dancer at Sapphire strip club and to his joy, he got the job. So he moved to the Haus without thinking twice, even though his parents still believe he’s at Julliard.
"Nooo!" Roman looked happy to see his friend, immediately walking over to him with tattooed arms spread wide. Ro was a naturally friendly bloke, and often too affectionate for some. But, that was his love language, and if he hugged Christian way too long...well, he guessed that was too bad. "I was going to ask if you wanted to work on something anyway. We can do a routine - if you'd like." The Brit walked back over to his phone, scrolling through the playlist he had pulled up. "What do you like to dance to? I don't think I've ever even asked you how long you've been dancing. You're really good, and I don't give out that compliment often."
Christian couldn’t help but chuckle at his friends clearly overly dramatic nooo at him possibly leaving. The Spanish dancer, wrapped his own arms around Roman, hugging the other back affectionatly. “Si, I’m down for doing a routine with you, baby.” He nodded his head, watching the man moving over to his phone. “According to my Abuela I was dancing before I was walking and talking.” He smiled fondly at the memory of him and his Abuela dancing in their livingroom, it was one of his favourite memories. “Well it really depends on the kind of dance, if I’m planning on seducing someone or a sexy dance, you can never go wrong with some Spanish music.” He told his friend, taking his backpack off and tossing it to the side.
The enthusiasm that came off of this guy was electric. It had Zion full on smiling as he watched the dancer undress. “I guess we’re just waiting for me to get comfortable and for you to take a seat” answered matter of factly. Sliding into one of the empty lounge chairs that were laid out around the bonfire. “Come’re baby. Let daddy have a taste” he beckoned. Reaching out his hand for Christians and pulling him in closer.
“Well guess I shouldn’t keep you waiting, daddy, should I?” The dancer replied with a hum, striding towards Zion, his hips swaying from side to side as he approached the handsome man, and say down on his lap, his ass pressing firmly against the mans crotch and legs dropped down the side of the chair and his arms wrapped around the other mans neck. “How is this? Comfortable enough, bebe? And where would you like a taste of? My body is yours to do with as you please.”
Thierry grinned, arms folded across his chest, as he leaned against the doorframe of that room, he just happened to walk by and see the man, naked in his whole glory. “Very much so, mon petite” he said with a soft chuckle, then he pulled himself forward and walked into the room. “Maybe, like all vampires, I was only waiting for my invitation to come in” he said, with low, raspy voice. He walked up to the other and stood right behind him, his fingers touching the skin on his hips feather-like, then he leaned in and brushed his lips over his ear. “Hmm... You’re right. I can appreciate your beauty that much better when I’m closer...”
Chris was never shy about his body, he knew how good he looked, so he didn’t see any reason to close his door after showering, might as well give any people passing by a nice show after his shower. The Spanish man merely let out a soft chuckle under his breath at the strangers words about being a vampire and inviting him in to his room. “Oh don’t tell me you’re here to suck me. My blood, I mean.” Christian smirked, feeling the arms wrapping around his naked frame, Christian’s hands in turn moved behind him and slid down his side and rested there. “Well, now that you’re up close and personal, mi querido. What are you going to do next?” He asked with a hum, feeling the mans breath and lips close to his ear.
Roman had been running through a routine, practicing early in the morning when no one else was usually at the club. Ro acted like he didn't have a care in the world, but everyone who knew him in real life would attest to him being extremely disciplined in his craft. He loved stripping for now - but dancing, singing, acting, those were his passions. Roman looked surprised when he heard someone enter the room, smirking when he realized it was Christian. "Hey." The dancer straightened up, and adjusted his tights. "Wasn't expecting anyone else to be here this early."
“Hey, handsome.” The Spaniard greeted as he entered the room, he was wearing a bright pink tank top, a pair of basic sweatpants, and his backpack slung over his shoulder, he lifted to be as comfortable as humanely possibly when practicing. “Oh yeah, I was in the recording studio,” That’s where he spent most of his mornings before it was open to the clients, it set him up for the day ahead. “Thought I would come in and get a little dance practice for later.” He told his friend, pausing halfway into the room. “But if you want the place to yourself, I can totally come back later, I don’t mind.”
While Rhett wasn't one for swimming, he still enjoyed to hangout around the staff pool and just chatting with his fellow coworners. He recognized that wasn't necessarily something that they needed to do, but he considered them all friends. Whether they all did, that was up for debate. Showing up at the pool, Rhett plopped himself underneath the nearest umbrella, trying to avoid the sun. Rhett was prone to sunburn and he wasn't lucky enough to tan after burning. He just went right back to pale.
As he lounged, his blue eyes fell upon an unfamiliar face of another, apparent, staff member. Feeling so very rude that he didn't introduce himself yet, the blond emerged from the umbrella and approached the other, smiling, "Hey! You must be new. Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm Rhett." He held his hand out for the other, "Welcome. How's the Haus treating you?"
When he wasn’t working, one of Christian’s favourite places to be at the haus was by the pool (after the recording studio, of course), he was a Spaniard, so he obviously loved being in the sun and tanning. It was one of the many things he missed about living back in Spain, the summers there were amazing.
Hearing a voice, the dancer slowly opened his eyes and slid his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose, his eyes coming to rest on a pale blond man. “Well hi there, Cariño.” The dark haired staff member replied with a smile, propping himself up on his elbows on one of the lounders. “Pleasure to meet you, Rhett, I’m sure.” He extended his right arm, taking Rhett’s hand into his own on and shaking it. “I’m Patrick.” He introduced himself, now taking his hand back. “Si, I’m enjoying it here so far, it’s been fun. Not like any other place I’ve ever been.
