My Dirty Little Secret

|Secret Six: The Butler|

Alois arrived at the worn-down manor. He was thrilled to finally drag his best friend to this 'cafe.' Of course, it wasn't going to be a cafe at the time they went there, no, that wouldn't be fun, would it? So they were going after dark. Alois had been sure to plan it all out accordingly. He was thoroughly proud of himself for having found the perfect loophole into dragging Ciel along. He only had to blame Claude! That good-for-nothing boyfriend that dumped him for no reason! It was the perfect thing. Such wonderful timing! Alois was sad about the breakup, but there wasn't much he could do now, since this was all working out so nicely...

The blonde boy stepped out of his car and walked to the door. He knocked twice before kicking the door open to search for his beloved Ciel. To his surprise, Ciel was already standing there, arms crossed, tapping his foot.

"You're late," Ciel said whilst looking at his watch.

"Are you really that excited to see me?~" Alois ran over and jumped onto Ciel so that he could hug him. The blue-haired boy almost fell over, but managed to stop himself. He didn't return the hug because he hated hugs. Hugs reminded him of women and their passion to force physical contact on others. It was atrocious.

"No, I just want to get this over with so that I can go home and sleep peacefully," Ciel answered.

"You're so mean!~" Alois pouted. The two exited the manor and made their way to the car. Alois skipped every step of the way, excited for the reaction he would get out of the honor-student. He was such a perfect kid, who would think that he would enter a strip club of his own free will? Even if he had no knowledge of it...

Svante.

A building, perfect size, not too big or too small, just right. It was two stories and incredibly symmetrical. It truly did look like a cute little cafe, until the two got closer. Ciel could hear the music as soon as he stepped foot outside the car. The two of them had been driven by Alois's family driver, so the blonde notified the individual to come back at a certain time.

"I am not stepping foot in there," Ciel stated simply.

"Yes, you are! It isn't that bad when you actually get in there, trust me," Alois coaxed. He was very good at getting Ciel to do things he never wanted to do. And, like all the other times, he managed to convince Ciel it was worth it to go along with whatever he wished.

Svante seemed much bigger on the inside than it looked on the outside. There was a giant stage in the right corner, with a few different poles on it. Ciel understood right away from the people cheering (and the loud music) that this was a strip club, not just any strip club, a gay strip club. He wanted to get out of this place, pronto. There wasn't a single possibility (at the moment) of him enjoying himself (at the moment). Plus, just being seen here could risk his scholarship. Time to go. Yep. He didn't need to be in a place like this ever .

Three men were already performing their act on stage. One had purple hair, and from what was left over, Ciel could tell he had almost no taste in clothes. The second seemed very grey , grey hair, grey clothes, even grey eyes probably...but Ciel was too far away to tell. The third was a white haired childlike individual with bright red stitches all over his, or her, body (Ciel couldn't tell the gender, even with the clothes removed). Their eyes were black and seemed as if they could look into your soul. It was freaky, and Ciel didn't like it. He wanted out a long time ago, and now he just wanted to leave even more.

On the left side of the room, there was a bar in which a blonde male wearing a bartender's outfit (naturally) was drying a cup with a rag. Next to him was a raven-haired man. He reminded Ciel of Sebastian, although the two gave off entirely different auras.