It was just another night, nothing else. With the cold air biting into his bared skin, so pale on the canvas of the nightlife lights, Levi walked through and streets and dark alleys. He explored the club bathrooms when his clients seemed to be too far gone for a hunt of a better place. He didn’t mind. Not when there already was too much wrong with the life he was leading.
Existing would be a better word, instead of living.
And this time was no different, really. He searched for someone who would be willing enough, needy enough. Desperate enough, at times. Even when his body was no longer his own, there were rules to follow and without those the men and women who paid got nothing. Just because Levi had let himself fall down this low did not mean he allowed filth so completely claim him - inside and out.
Just as the hunt seemed to have come to an end he stopped, wrapped in the beat and flashing lights of the nightclub, and followed the large back with his eyes. Somehow that man seemed like an easy prey (although Levi’s instincts purred to life with uncertainty) and that was something he needed now. So with slow and careful movements he moved towards the other man, ready to act once more for the sake of pay.
“You seem to be looking for something.“ He says once close enough, his fingers wrapping around the other man’s arm. The music is too loud and the other too tall, but he thinks the words have been heard. Maybe.