Under the Shining Lights

Everflowing and Changing

Aoi Tsuki loved it when people touched him. Maybe it was because he was cold-blooded, or maybe he was touch-starved. Although, there's the possibility that he was just a whore. 

The clients loved him in the private room. He got popular enough that Muriel started charging more, making his private dances more rare. An exclusive commodity. All sorts of clients, from giggling gecko girls to coupled rabbits, jumped at the bit to get a taste, rumors of what Aoi Tsuki's dancing was like in those rooms only served to increase anticipation further.

And Aoi Tsuki refused to disappoint.

The clients usually waited in the private room for around ten minutes, quietly chatting with friends if they brought any, slowly getting drunk. Then, the lights would dim, all focus falling on the stage, the only part of the room illuminated. Aoi Tsuki would take a moment to breathe in the silence and then make his debut, casually sauntering out to the pole, paying no mind to the crowd. 

His song was slow, and Aoi took full advantage of the music to draw his audience in. Every movement was followed, every point of his leg, every wave of his hand. Up and down his body, teasing what was to come. He danced around the pole, flirting with the clients, coming ever closer to the edge of the stage before sliding back. The clients swayed back and forth as the dance picked up momentum, Aoi having them in the palm of his hand.

At the end of the song, Aoi would choose the most desperate observer and sink to the floor in front of them, crawling over. They would be enraptured. He'd sit on the edge of the stage and ask, oh so sweetly, if they wanted a dance. So far, no one has refused.

Aoi liked to watch the reactions of others while he gave a lap dance. Out of the corner of his eye, he'd watch which ones became flustered, which ones averted their eyes, which ones were watching closely. The attention always made shivers run down his shell.

What he did for his dance usually varied. It depended on the person and the vibe of the room. If it's a group of Yokai around his age, he kept the dances fun and flirty. He tried to keep his distance, lest he get any unwanted attention. Young women were his favorite to dance for, but they tended to get a little too comfortable. He also adored dancing for the ones who were new to the club. They were disconcerted yet eager, following Aoi's lead with no problem.

For older Yokai, it was usually all business for Aoi Tsuki. Do the dance and smile when acknowledged. Easy work. The only problem he really had with these types was that they usually tried to push drinks on him. Muriel taught him techniques so that he could accept drinks without drinking them, quietly disposing of the liquid while the clients weren't looking. It wasn't too difficult, especially when they were a few drinks down already. 

Aoi might have been a little too lenient with his dances, almost actively encouraging people to touch him while he was in their lap. He couldn't help it! The touching made it easier for him to dance, and for both the client and Aoi to enjoy the experience. He also had a habit of simply sitting in the laps of clients, playing innocent while he squirmed. 

"Hey handsome~" Aoi purred, draping himself over the shoulders of his sitting boyfriend, "You look like you need a dance~"

"A kiss will do just fine, Kokoro," Yuichi giggled, pressing his lips into Leo's palm, "Done with the private dances?"

"Yeah, for the night," Leo sat himself down on Yuichi's lap, facing his boyfriend, "That one took a lot outta me! This guy wouldn't stop giving me drinks! I had to tell him the dancers had a drink cap!"

"Yikes, just call me next time, and I'll kick him out for ya," Yuichi chuckled, pulling Leo close, "Do you have a drink cap?"

"I don't know, I never asked," Leo hummed, wrapping his arms around Yuichi's shoulders. The rabbit nuzzled Leo's chest, purring happily. "Enjoying yourself there?"