Hey, what kind of place are you wokin' at? I didn't get a formal greeting.
Gundam silently looked over to the seemingly short newcomer, his expression unchanging. “Ah, my apologies for my absence of a welcome. I had assumed that you’d only come here by accident, seeing as you do not look to be the appropriate age for this place.”
Gundam was generally surprised at the snappy comeback the shorter male had told to him. He didn’t expect many to purposely walk into this brothel, especially since there were so many that arrived only to declare that they were lost. Despite his rudeness, he still greeted him as politely as one could greet a short-tempered person. “Very well then. Welcome newcomer to the Dangan Brothel. I am Gundam Tanaka, SWHL Dominant.”
He raised an eyebrow, looking up at the…unfortunately taller male. “Dominant? That’s a speciality, it sounds more like a preference. Eh, anyway I was looking for someone for the night, are you the only one available right now?” he replied with a smoother tone, despite previously wanting to ring Tanaka with his muffler.
He seemed relieved that the boy had calmed down immediately. No one wanted to hear that sort of yelling so late in the night. “Being a dominant includes more than just being a general preference…Yes, I am the only one on duty at the moment. Were you looking for someone specific?”
The Yakuza gripped his tie, loosening it slightly as he spoke. "It'd be my first time coming to a place like this, I don't really care who I get. As long as I'm not involuntarily dipping into some weird kink factory."
