perhaps it wasn’t the best of decisions to escape the night through the same club that usually housed his regulars. they had a tendency to become privileged, were convinced they could score a night with him for free due to his arrival on his own volition. in a lot of cases, it was true. hooking up with clients without the farce of transactions laying behind the notion was more-so exhilarating than anything. but for once, he simply wanted to enjoy himself, without the looming pressure of wandering hands from those he couldn’t find himself caring about. the harshness of the strobes pushed against his eyes, almost blinding and blocking all other things out. the vibrations of the bass as it trembled through the ground--familiar. yet he could already feel the lingering of eyes on his form, following.
his eyes darted around, he didn’t need this right now. didn’t need to feel like he was nothing more than a blow up doll, for other people’s convenience. with that in mind, he approached the first person of interest he’d spotted, exuded confidence despite his lack of faith that those same lingering eyes wouldn’t try to act on impulse. never the less, yoonoh slipping into the girl’s space, light hand resting on her waist, safe in its position without immediately opting for perversion. “i haven’t seen you around here before. weird, since i frequent this place more than i’d like to admit.” for now, his closeness to the other seemed to deter the others away, and the elder found himself heaving a breath of relief at the notion.