[Cherrywitch and Kitty]

[Kitty]

The Back Alley, a popular club in the center of the city, was buzzing with late night activity. On the surface, it was nothing more than a night club for people to come, dance, and drink the night away. However, it was far shadier than that. From drug deals to prostitution, the club was really just a front for far more illegal activity. The local police department was corrupt as fuck, and so long as the club owner paid them off, they were more than willing to turn a blind eye to all the activity.

It was around midnight when Jackson arrived. The bouncers let him pass right on through, no need for ID or waiting in the outrageous line. This was because Jackson was more than the average club swinger. He actually worked here. Not as a bartender or DJ, no, but as one of the many prostitutes that worked in the basement brothel of the club. A place only a select few were even allowed to know existed. Perhaps it was a bit dangerous, but honestly, Jackson didn't have much to lose. He had tried to get a regular job, but he always ended up laid off or quitting for one reason or another.

Having sex was one of the only things he was decent at, but it wasn't his skill set that made him so popular. Rather, it was all in his looks.

He was a lean young man, standing at 5' 7”. He was thin, with no real body fat to speak of, but he wasn't boney either. Rather, he was soft and warm to the touch, his pale skin as smooth and flawless as a newborn babe. His hair was short and soft – a golden shade of blonde that shimmered in the faintest of light. What really drew others to him, though, like moth to a flame, was his eyes. They were a pastel hue of blue, with a dreamy, almost mysterious glaze to them. His black eyelashes were thick and feminine, brushing his soft cheeks each time he blinked.

His expression as he entered the club was hard to read. He seemed indifferent to the loud music and drunken whistles he got as he weaved his way through the crowed and towards the stairwell that lead downstairs. It was behind the bar and guarded by a few bulky guys, but again, they let him pass without a second glance.

Once in the basement, the atmosphere changed. The loud music faded to something softer, the air darker as the neon lights of the club faded to the dimmed lighting of the brothel. The basement was far more spacious, and decorated more sophisticated, as the customers here were of a higher caliber than the ones upstairs. Businessmen mostly, though Jackson was sure more shady characters were here as well. Honestly, he didn't care about any of that. He was only here to make money.

Immediately, he made his way to one of the plush sofas where one of his friends was sitting. Immediately, he made himself comfortable while waiting for the right customer, smiling playfully at Aiden, his friend, as the dark haired young man crawled onto him.

“Heya, Jacky~ Do anything fun today?” Aiden chirped as he crawled into Jackson's lip, slipping his hands up under the blonde's loose tan top to playfully tweak at his nipples with a giggle. The customers liked a little show now and again, and Aiden was always happy to provide. Besides, he and Jackson were what some would call friends with benefits. They played around pretty often.

“Not particularly, no.” Jackson stated simply with a shrug, his voice as smooth as silk, even as Aiden pushed his shirt up a bit to kiss and lick at his chest. As Aiden played with him, Jackson idly scanned the room, curious of who was here…​

 

[Cherrywitch]

The door opened once more with a quiet brush against the floor, in slipping a man past surprised expressions on the guard's faces who let him by. He was tall and was clad in a business outfit that fit to his toned form, too well to be called 'dressed.' It clung to him in all the right places, as if it were more of a part of him rather than clothing, to the point where it no longer gave the demeanor of a strict businessman but more of a fashionable and calm model. Sharp violet eyes darted over from under perfectly combed amber colored locks as the man who ran the brothel approached this stunner with hesitance. With a mere flick of his wrist, a business card was eloquently presented before the man's face, he sputtering in a similar shock as the guards' portrayed.

"A-a-ah, Mr. Lucian Vael? A-a-as in son of Sebastian Vael, th-the b-billionaire prodigy?" The man was practically shaking, his voice barely a whisper but still loud enough through its hoarse syllables that someone nearby could hear.

In response to the stuttering, Lucian's pale beige lips curled into a pleasing smile, he delicately returning the card into his pocket. "Yes, that's right... I was recommended here by a friend of mine..." His voice could only be resembled to a cat, because Lucian did not speak. Rather, his syllables rolled off his tongue in delightful purrs, a mesmerizing sort of tone most likely perfected to get his way in business deals he would approach later on when he was the 'billionaire prodigy.' Of course, Lucian planned not to be as involved in the darker parts of his family's business as his father tended to be.

Losing interest in the poor shell-shocked administrator of the brothel, his warm gaze turned to scan the area. His eyes landed on one boy in particular, not because he was choosing him per se, but more because he recognized him, but... From where? Before Lucian could remember, his attention was pulled away by the administrator once more, still struggling for his words. "Um, well Mr. Vael, I want you to be happy with our services, of course. Hehe, don't want your father mad at us... Um, please, what are your interests? I'm sure we have a staff member here to fit all of them." Lucian pouted his lips in thought, placing a index finger on his bottom lip. He really wasn't quite sure...