Welcome to Ivresse [Eornostlice & Undinevea] (+18)

[Undinevea]

 

NAME

Fenris Melbourne

AGE

25

ORIENTATION

Bisexual

PERSONALITY

Fenris acts mild mannered and usually uses formal speech when speaking with patrons of the bar although it is just a facade of his. He can be foul-mouthed and snarky which is mostly known among the bartenders as well as his college friends. His distinctive behaviour had succeed in fooling people on distinguishing his personas which he wanted to let it remain hidden since it will be easier if he were to serve them in the future. Generally, he displays a confident personality and have no qualms in standing his own ground as well as showing kindness to people in need.

LIKES

Cicada noises

Tea

Reading

Mixing drinks (Learn to love it after working as a bartender)

Mojitos

DISLIKES

Acting nice (It's exhausting for him)

Coffee

BIO

After his grandfather's death while he was still in college, Fenris had found himself inheriting a bar that was about to close down. At first, he planned to let it be before founding out that a few patrons had loved the place as well as knowing some bartenders needing the job desperately. He started the idea of a secret host club that was quick to grow popular, succesfully saving the bar and presently accepted the manager position and being one of the top bartenders of the place.

EXTRAS

Has a high tolerancy of achohol

Known as Theodore while working at the bar

Disguises himself with spectacles, brown coloured-contacts with his hair neatly combed

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As evening was at its peak, Fenris had already reached the bar and entered through the back door after unlocking it with a scan of his employee card. While only workers of the bar are allowed through there, it was appropriate to add security measures as there are creeps that would attempt to sneak in without consent. The young man was still being in his casual clothes, hair unkempt and appearing unprofessional all over, heading to the dressing room for a quick change. He opted to dress himself, adjusting his tie once finished before combing his hair back with some gel. His eyes were originally blue though he used brown colored-contacts to hide it, wearing glasses as a bonus. He began to do inventory, checking off items from the list.

 

Owning Ivresse, the bar for a few years had lead him to some renovation, justifying that it was for the good of the place. Through the main entrance, the interior of the bar was in full sight with having a bar counter with seats as well as booths for the patrons to be seated and served. The place had a grand piano at the side of the counter, one of the bartenders capable of playing an extensive amount of songs upon request. However, there was a small entrance in between that leads to rooms for attending to special guests. A host club that specially tends to every of the patrons needs, given that the rules assigned was heeded.

 

Soon enough, other bartenders and waitresses had arrived and did their assigned duties until it was opening time. Patrons filled the building not long after, some having seated themselves for a drink but the ones that had already reserved their appointments with certain bartenders or waitresses went to the back. They were escorted to their respected rooms to do as they please, Fenris himself had a female request for the hour, tending to the woman's problems with a masked smile until time was up.

[Guest Eornostlice]

 

 

NAME

Hal Naere

AGE

29

ORIENTATION

Gay

PERSONALITY

Comes off as dominant and overbearing and has a pretty rough way of speaking. He can be pretty moody and childish despite his age, alternating between acting like an adult and going with the flow.

LIKES

Coffee

His baby nephew (which is 5)

Sweets

DISLIKES

Sweet vegetables

BIO

Hal came from a fairly average family of 4 (plus one dog which passed away), being raised by his two parents. He has an older twin sister whom is already married and gave birth to an adorable baby boy. On the other hand, his life did not take such happy turns at all times. His way of speaking always had a way to create him troubles, especially at work. After a couple of failed jobs, he ended up with his current one, a photographer for a well-known magazine. Having the necessary qualifications for the job and not being forced to work with people (since his area of expertise are old houses and touristic attractions), more or less he came to love his job. But now, even that sort of job is in danger. After being mistunderstood by one of his colleagues, he had been forced to take on a second area in photography, one that would involve working with models posing for different commercial events. The private side of his life is equally pitiful. Even at this age he is 10 feet in the closet, afraid of ruining his relationship with his family. Due to this, he's only had a couple of lovers and all of his relationships ended in less than one year, except for one which managed to last 2 and a half before it was broken.

EXTRA

Not used to drinking but trying to build up tolerance.

 

 

After a full day at work, the man was looking forward to just going back to the bar for the night to let his worries go. He was never quite the drinker, but he enjoyed the atmosphere in this particular bar, ending up with him becoming a regular of the place. He had to build a bit of alcohol resistance either way, lesson that was learned in a harsh way, after one particular invitation to drinking made by one of his coworkers. Whenever he thought about it, his head would start to hurt.

 

For over three years now, his job had been steady and he enjoyed it. It did not require him to interract with others to get his job done. Instead, it required careful research on a place's story, along with any more recent history of remodelling or repair. There were a lot of beautiful places waiting to be captured and advertised. But that peace and quiet was suddenly shattered after one night of no alcohol resistance with a coworker when he admitted he was no good with people. It seemed that the man mistunderstood it as him being shy, so "suggested" that he was to take on a second field which would improve his "social abilities".

 

That was going to be a disaster starting in a week. The higher ups approved it without consulting him in a matter of days, and he had been given some "accomodation time" before his first job which involved whiny models. Were he to fail, now he was at risk of losing his job, all because he was "lacking social skills". How many times had he heard the same line being repeated up until now? It sounded like he could simply start searching for a new job now to avoid having to deal with the whole job hunting stress after getting fired. That was perhaps the most tiring part.

 

Hal opened the door out of habit, heading for one of the stools instead of the tables with a deep sigh.

[Undinevea]

A bartender by the name of Devon, slick chestnut hair and green eyes was the one behind the bar at the moment while wiping a glass in hand. One of the waitresses had gave him a customer's order before eyeing at the man when he had entered, smirking as she served him a glass of water without warning. The female gave him a slight bow before continuing to serve another, Devon soon approached Hal after that and gave the man a warm smile. There was a briefing the day before that Hal was a regular enough to be welcomed to the host club, all of the bartenders and waitresses aware of the fact when they saw him. "May I interest you in Invresse's special service?" He began slowly, hoping that the said patron was not alarmed by the sudden invitation. Bringing out a small card from his chest pocket, he gently slid it to the person with 'Ivresse's Host Club' written right on top. The exact contents on it were;

 

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IVRESSE'S HOST CLUB

The sweet remedy to your desires

 

Utmost Importance

Consent. Fulfillment.

 

04 56 23 10

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And at the back;

 

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Please have it on your person to have access to the host club.

If lost, contact the staff as soon as possible.

No charges will be demanded upon the return of your card.

 

 

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It was merely a normal card made out of paper however it helps to keep track of their appoitments. Ivresse had complete pride in every staffs' excellent memory and the sytematic management, Fenris making sure that those two are in check so that his businness will go smoothly. He had graduated from university to put all of his effort in order to raise the bar to the top, succeding in achieving to the top ten in the short span of when he started being the manager of the place. The more he had grown attached to the bar through spending around there so much, the more invested he was to surpass every one else. His grandfather was someone he had shown high respect, fully aware of his reputation and how succesful he was during the previous years. The bar was something just one of his establishments, anything else was passed down to his wide range of cousins. Restaurants, hotels and anything relating to hospitality industries was the old man's specialty, giving him the dream to follow in his footsteps.

 

Fenris had just returned to the back longue after his client had left, grabbing a can of beer as he threw himself onto the couch. His fingers swept through his bangs, ruffling them up a bit and released a huge sigh. He gulped down as much as he could while tiltimg the can to meet his lips, the whole hour having to pleasure the woman with raining kisses all over her bare areas. Not that he was not into it but the sweet words he had to say was nauseating, having to maintain his kind facade all the while. It started as a force of habit at first with how he was raised to be polite yet he could not really stand to retain that obnoxious (to him) attitude.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Hal was simply surprised to receive a glass of water so suddenly and was slightly confused as the woman bowed and left. His confusion was not helped as he curiously received the card, eyeing it both front and back. He had slight idea as to what was going on now. It was not difficult to trace the events to the fact that more or less, he became a regular of the place.

 

In truth, there existed rumors about this particular bar, but he had never seen an invitation before. For whatever reason, they liked to keep it all discreet, but in a sense, it was better. A host club linked to the bar. He was aware himself what a host club was implying, especially given the "conditions" listed on the card. Especially the first one... "consent". Even if one wanted to, he would not be able to take it as purely innocent.

 

Hal smiled. It could actually work given that he was pretty stressed lately. But that only if his own condition was met, obviously.

 

"It sounds interesting enough. It is something I'd enjoy." Ah. His words were already poorly chosen and giving the wrong vibe. He let out a sigh. "However how do you go about gay clients?" A smile appeared on the blonde's lips. In a bar where no one truly knew him, he had freedom of speech and no real reason to hide his orientation.

[Undinevea]

Devon was patient as Hal was practically processing on the offer and went away for a moment, knowing that a few clients had found it quite creepy yet some did see it as an entertaining surprise. Once the man had confirmed his interest, his grin turned wider while he was mixing drinks for the patrons as an attempt to converse with the man discretely. The mention of his sexuality was a bit unnerving to him since he was straight though managed to hide it, not actually facing the customer. "Ah, that will not be something to worry about. Ivresse accepts all kinds of clients." After a pause, Devon cleared his throat in order to continue an explaination. "A quick introduction of the client card, the one that I had just gave you. I'm sure you had noticed the set of numbers at the bottom right of it. That is a unique ID for you thus you can only use the same one for us to keep track." He briefly gave the man a glance, wondering whether he was listening before returning to mixing the drinks. "On your next visit if you have an appointment, be sure to present it to any of the staff for us to guide you inside." He added after a while, his tone much lighter than before.

 

Once he had finished making the few drinks and placed them at the side of the counter, a waitress transferred the glasses to her tray and onto a customer. "Now, I assume you won't mind trying it out. If you would please, I will escort you inside." He exited the counter and gestured at the back entrance blocked by a massive double door, urging him to enter while secretly signalling a bartender working at the floor to replace him.

 

Inside, there will be counter right by the doors where appointments and check outs were made, no one actually managing it at the moment as clients would always be with the staff while in the restricted area except when they are required to wait in one of the rooms.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Hal did feel slightly pleased with the bartender's proffesionalism, his opinion on the entire bar simply growing better. Call it instinct but seeing how about 90% of the male population was straight according to made up statistics, he was quite sure the guy in front of him was straight yet he did not look disgusted. Good for him, he was a decent human being and definitely not his type. Well of he even had a type that was, seeing as his tastes seemed to skyjump when it came to one's appearance. Afterall, what he considered most important was in fact someone's personality but that was a topic for another day that he did not feel like randomly thinking about. Instead, the mam actually paid attention to the explanations he was receiving, curious as to how the entire secret host club worked.

 

He simply nodded, patiently waiting the green-eyed man to finish the ongoing tasks he still had in order to lead him inside, only getting up from the stool when the other looked like he was all done.Without needed to be convinced, Hall stepped inside the double door, which he had always taken to be a simple and usual "employes only" type of area that every other store or bar had. Well, was he wrong.

 

The first thing to notice inside was the counter- which surprisingly did not have anyone there so did not have any particular use at the time, just letting his eyes wander around as he allowed the man to lead him wherever they were supposed to arrive. The whole situation was fairly interesting.

[Undinevea]

A glance of the long hallways that could be seen beyond the counter, connecting to rooms where clients were tended to and have their privacy as well. They were practically sound proof, only the fading hum of the bar music could be heard in the background from outside if no other sound was made. Those inside would not be able to hear external noises as well, providing a comfortable atmosphere.

 

The bartender guiding Hal went behind it and checked which room was taken at the moment as well as who was attending it, quickly going through the desktop computer. With the counter almost reaching 5 feet, a display screen was installed at the surface and a click of a button showed who was available at the moment as well as matching the man's preference of gender. "Which would you prefer or perhaps a recommendation is needed?" Devon motioned on the screen, several bartenders appearing on the screen with their names on the bottom. At least, what they are referred to while on the job. And of course he himself was not included while Fenris was listed under the name 'Theodore' and only that, his picture on the topmost left of all the others.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The atmosphere was rather pleasant. Unlike the bar, the buzzing of chit chatter was completely lacking, being replaced by only the ghost of music. It seemed to fit perfectly with the host club however, which he immediately understood to be private and discreet. This sort of place could be rather intriguing, it was no surprise that Hal was actually begining to look forward to it. Afterall, it would not be his job to try and open a conversation.

 

The man's soft caramel eyes scanned the images on the screen quite curiously. The place seemed to have quite a few good looking guys but none were particularly eye catching. It was the one picture at the top to the left that however got him to spare a second glance and he smiled. "Theodore." The blonde read it out loud, not taking too much time to make up his mind. " He would be fine."

 

The one holding that name was a glasses-wearing brown-eyed man, the first of his kind to be found good looking by Hal. For whatever reason, he had never been attracted by brown eyes before- perhaps that was one trait that his past interests shared. It was not that he had anything against the color but more on the lines of pure coincidence.

[Undinevea]

The sound of Fenris' alias did not really surprise the bartender, having used to him being most of their client's first choice. His manager had always been smooth with the patrons and treated them well, never hearing a single complaint or bad comment about him. He nodded to thr man as a sign of having heard his decision, shutting off the counter screen after a few moments. "A fine choice. If you would please follow me." He guided Hal to one of the rooms, a bit further back and had almost reached the end of the hallway. Allowing him to enter while he was still outside, Devon gave the other a slight bow. "Please make yourself comfortable as he will arrive shortly." With that, the bartender left the person to his own devices in order to fetch the one he had requested.

 

Inside of the room, the most noticable will be the expansive table right at the center of the room. A U-shaped red cushion bench was surrounding it except for one side which leaves space for people to get in. A mini bar was situated a bit to the right of the room, having general favorite types of drinks where bartenders or rather host could be requested to mix cocktails and such for their present client.

 

Fenris was indulging himself in a certain book before noticing his employee, Devon entering the lounge and approached him. The host club has a door that directly connected to the longue so it was easy for staff to come and go from there. Upon the mention of the new client requesting for him, he nodded at the other though held a one minute finger to him. The other did not question it and went away, returning to the floor to serve patrons. Once Fenris was done preparing himself did he searched for the room Hal was in, recalling the face and entered with a knock.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Hal was not aware of the man nicknamed "Theodore"'s reputation nor character so once again, he found himself curious. Appeaeance-wise, sure, the man was pleasing to the eye and probably regularly requested. Was he requested by men only? His face seemed the type that would actually be popular with women and Hal himself would know what he was talking about. Afterall, as a photographer working for a company that had an entire branch dedicated to human models -even if up until now he mostly had nothing to do with them as a general rule- he more or less became aware of what one would call the "popular type" amongst women.

 

The blonde followed the bartender to the near end of the hallway, entering the room as intructed. Whatever was he expecting from the place, it was not close to the truth. If every room was the same, then surely the entire bussiness was doing well. A small bar in each room could not possibly be cheap.

 

Hal walked himself to the table, taking a seat on the comfortable couch, not really minding the wait, too busy with taking the room in. Despite it being modern, it was of good taste. Whoever came up with the design earned points in the man's eyes.

 

It was the knock on the door that finally brought him back to reality, along with the man's shillouette in the doorway. He smiled. Even at the first glance, to Hal it was obvious that the other simply "belonged" to this kind of place.

[Undinevea]

The first thing Fenris remembered to do was smile, giving the man a polite bow before closing the door behind him. He approached the other purposely slow, his leather shoes making obvious footsteps that echoes throughout the room. Meeting the man in person, he did not actually take him to be someone homosexual before though was elated nevertheless to just be selected. He could enjoy anyone's company regardless of the gender, quickly making himself to grow interest towards Hal the more he scanned his features.

 

"Excuse me if you will," he murmured as he took his own seat beside the man yet let some distance between them, not wanting to accidentally enter the person's private bubble however that did not really matter at the host club. "If you feel uncomfortable with this, feel free to mention it." Letting a small moment as he made himself comfortable with the seating as well as the other's presence, his head turned to the one at his side and remained the warm yet fake smile. "A little heads up. You may spend as much time as you want but no more than three hours. The cost will still vary of course," he mentioned with the gentle voice of his, knowing that it had not been mentioned. "Now, may I hear your request? It will be acceptable as long as the both of us agree on it." While he said that, not like he had a choice to refuse since business will rise the more freedom they give their clients. His eyes seeemed to turn to implore something to the man, awaiting his wishes.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Wah. The man's smile already helped Hal establish a strong first impression regarding him. A natural man-eater with quite the powerful "natural" charm. In other words, the seemingly meek but dominant type- the type he was unable to handle due to being the exact opposite of his personality. The blonde was now getting fairly nervous, no longer sure that choosing someone based on appearance alone without advice from the staff had been a good idea. But again, he was going to pay for his choive so he might as well enjoy it?

 

"It is quite fine." He nodded looking completely unfazed as Theodore sat next to him, his own lips curling into a small mysterious -actually awkward- smile, trying his best not to avoid eye contact. "For time being, I would be rather interested in someone like you." His reply was honest but worded poorly. "Would a glass of wine and some chatting as the begining be acceptable?"

 

His request had been mild- at least in his eyes, not choosing to look at the host club as some sort of brothel, being fairly reluctant as to what would be within his host's comfort zone. He was past the prime part of his youth and hot-headed decisions afterall, his head no longer seeking only shallow sexual favors. If anything, at the moment he was geniunely curious.

[Undinevea]

Years of experience had given Fenris the skill of recognizing one's behavior and he had certainly caught on Hal's nervousness though did not intend to point it out, knowing fully well not to. Instead, he opted that making sure that the other's comfort will be his top priority. The man's mention of being curious about him was not surprising as he was used to receiving those kind of words, not having any qualms about it since it was much better than being asked to do something that he disliked.

 

On the request of wine, he had an elegant smile on his face as he would always enjoy the satisfying drink. "Of course, hold on a moment." With that, he got up and head over to the mini bar to fetch a couple of glasses as well as a bottle of merlot. It was a type of red wine that would be very easy to consume with the main ingredient being black cherry, hoping that it would be to his client's taste. Fenris returned to the table and placed them right in front of Hal, carefully pouring the red liquid into the glass about half way before setting the bottle aside.

 

He took his seat again and held his own glass with one hand though did not begin to drink it just yet, wanting to focus more into the conversation. "Now, ask away though I may refuse some questions," he muttered as he only took a sip of the drink, swirling the glass a bit as the liquid gently splashed around.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Surely it was often that the man got such requests, given that he moved with no hesistation nor doubt, fulfilling Hal's request by the book, all while keeping his small satisfied smile on. How perfect. It was somewhat enviable, being able to maintain such an elegant and mannered character in front of a stranger. Well surely, he had been a regular of the bar up until this point, but he highly doubted that the entire staff took notice of himself.

 

The man took his own glass, looking at the liquid rather than the host, as if fascinated by the color. "Rejecting questions is quite fine, I myself do not wish to pry into someone's private life more than asking their opinions on weather, crowds and coffee." Hal ended up with a slightly amused smile, bringing himself to look at Theodore once again, his eyes connecting directly with the other's.

 

"Do you enjoy it? Small talk with different kinds of people, no matter the gender and preferences? Or does it at times feel somewhat tedious?" In truth, he did not intend to ask such a personal question, all the more since the young man's job itself was maintaining this tipe of "small talk" but curiosity seemed to overtake the more simple common sense. It was only then that he finally took a sip of the wine, being pleasantly surprised by the taste, despite not being a drinker on usual occasions.

[Undinevea]

Fenris had made sure to always have a straight posture when attending to clients, displaying no such slackness as he had a gentle smile plastered across his face. It was surely a burden for him to remain in the mild-mannered state in a long period of time, the attitude always bringing in more patrons for his business. It was a requirement for him to learn to act, having to please everyone he met throughout his whole life.

 

While any kind of wine would cause anyone to get tipsy, Fenris had no qualms of drinking a huge amount and still would not be able to get drunk. It was certainly a talent passed from his grandfather, reminiscing the elderly man while he took another sip from his glass as he listened to Hal's request. "It is always interesting to converse with various types of people but I do find more comfort those I'm quite familiar with," he responded softly, hoping that kind of answer would be satisfying. There was a need to please deep inside of him, watching the man's response very carefully.

 

After a moment did he continued, the words coming out of his mouth before realizing it. The other's questione was quite something he had not yet received, wondering what was his motives in agreeing to participate in this host club event. "How about yourself? Do you favor this kind of idle chatter?" He questioned as he placed the glass back on the table, palm still wrapped around it.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Hal knew his own limits. That was exactly why he did not take another sip immediately. He never truly drank alcohol, not until a year or two back, hence his lack of overall tolerance. Despite asking for wine, he himself was not going to finish his glass- even that much would affect his ration, making his head slightly foggy. He did not trust the drunk himself.

 

"I personally do not." The older man did not find it necessary to go out of his way for a lie, forgetting to overthink his words. "Yet I do find myself craving another's company at times, even if I do not favor people as a matter of fact. Solitude is not quite pleasant when it becomes routine either afterall. Is that a strange answer?" He ended up chuckling, a bit surprised that the young man would turn his own question right back towars him, realizing the oddness of the situation. Who in their right minds would hold such conversation in a host club? "Of course, if the person that you end up conversing with turns out to be intriguing, it makes everything much easier."

 

He probably had to shut his mouth before everything became awkward. Hal took another sip of his wine, his eyes back to the liquid, clear sign of nervousness. For all his big talk, it was difficult to get himself together.

[Undinevea]

The host could not help but let out a small sigh of amusement at the answer, having listening to it attentively as his eyes only focused at the man speaking quite passionately. He almost did not believe that they were practically conversing as all is normal while in a host club, the place having different purposes but it did match the criteria if Hal would be satisfied with just having a relaxed talk with him. "I wonder. It's natural for human beings to seek companionship so I don't think there's anything wrong with your response. Interesting topics do tend to attract people," he uttered his opinion in a slightly serious demeanor, eyeing his glass of wine for a moment. There was a clear nervous aura coming from the other, subtly shifting himself as he had another drink from his glass.

 

Not wanting an awkward pause to arise, Fenris was quick to figure out what to bring up as he stared at the red liquid. "What is your opinion on the wine?" He inquired, the topic usually giving him time to ask more questions and would rather not have a moment of silence in the room. It somehow worked in making the atmosphere to be lighter and hoped that will ease the burden from the anxious man.

[Guest Eornostlice]

Somehow the host's answer was as unexpected as the conversation they were holding. Yet that was not a bad thing- Hal found himself to be enjoying the oddness of the situation more than he would have expected from such place. Overlooking his own nervousness, it was actually somewhat relaxing. Yet he could not seem to find another topic fast enough for the atmosphere not to become awkward.

 

As if having read his mind, the host smoothly changed the topic, bringing up a much more suitting one. Hal smiled as if a burden had been lifted off his shoulders. Perhaps the trickiest part when conversing with someone was finding things to talk about. The older man took another sip, deciding that it was about time he put the glass back on the table. Holding it in his hand would only tempt him further.

 

"The taste is quite excellent. Sadly I won't be able to enjoy more than half. I have no endurance for alcohol and I've been trying to build it lately." That came out surpringly easily. "One glass would affect my composure. I would probably end up requesting for you to kiss me since you happen to be my type." Hal glanced at the host, curious as to how would he react.

[Undinevea]

The feeling of ease was obviously emitted from the other after hearing the question, he himself relieved with his client's nervousness slowly fading away. The compliment that the wine had received was absolutely satisfying for him, receiving a patron's feedback could always help him improve and choose the best options for the development of his business. An eyebrow was raised to be aware of the man's lack of tolerence to alcohol, curious on why he had started drinking in the first place. It could not possibly solely because Hal was wishing to increase his tolerance, at least to him that did not make any sense.

 

A hum escaped from Fenris's lips after having known the extra and amusing detail, setting his glass aside as he neared in the man even more. "Oh, and you would not prefer that for tonight?" He questioned as a hand went to the other's chin pulling his face to him with a small hint of seductiveness, their lips almost touching with him having felt the person's heated breath. His other hand was squarely placed on Hal's chest, a finger tracing small, invisible circles. Sometimes, all it would only take his initiative to have someone grew more bolder to request such things.

 

Though, after a moment passed he backed off in favor of not wanting to make the man any less comfortable. He gave the person a small grin of mischief before clearing his throat, adjusting himself back on the seat. "Of course, anything that happens here will purely be your choice," he commented with his gentle yet formal tone returning, gently smiling at the man.

[Guest Eornostlice]

As expected of a host club. Hal was strongly reminded of his location in one fell swoop, as the young man skilfully and seductively neared even further, so close that the blonde became all the more aware of his gorgeous appearance along with his presence. He moved his face towards the younger man with no resistance, his cheeks taking on a pale shade of red, realizing that his true character had been exposed. A man past his youth years blushing just by having someone handsome play with him. What was wrong with him really?

 

As Theodore pulled away, the odler man could not help but feel disappointed, immediately associating himself with the girls that got actual crushes on hosts and came to waste their money away with unrealistic hopes. The young man looked like a devil, mischevious and playful, without any will to hide his nature. Truly a man-eater.

 

Hal's own lips curled into a small smile, his cheeks' color not disappearing. "Would such request be within your comfort zone? I surely do not wish to make my host uncomfortable." He was amused, that was the best way to explain the playfullness that seemed to awaken inside of him with a start. "Having old men such as myself placing such requests, what is your opinion on that?" The man ended up chuckling, completely focused on the other's face. If playing was permitted, he would not back away.

[Undinevea]

The flushed expression of the man was simply an amusing sight as Fenris noticed him reacting to his bold act, grinning at how easy it was to force him to such a state. He had receiced the hint that Hal had no problems of getting into the sexual mood, somewhat feeling the wish wandering around his own mind himself. The brunette could catch the dissapointment in the person's eyes after he had pulled away, making note of himself that this blonde was someone quite amusing to tease. Not much time had passed since the new client had been discretely registered to the host club so he was certain that they could have much fun with the remaining moments, smilling ear to ear.

 

"Anything that pleases you is certainly to my pleasure as well," he responded dutifully, not trying to show the man his side of pickiness. He had expected with how the man was being careful of what the host would prefer, the person would not dare to demand something that was beyond his limits. At the question of his opinion yet again, he would not think to ruin the moment by answering something that was opposite of his wishes. "Well, if it will be assuring of you to know, I do find older men charming. They are also mature enough to give me contentment," he exlaimed with a bit of delightness, wording out that matches his desires as well. One of his hands crawled onto the man's lap, attempting to entice him even more instead of favoring to back away. He had never experience someone that had refused his seductive ways, confident that it would not fail towards the other as well.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The host was skillful and experienced in such situations. How totally expected and completely different from the blonde himself. Hal found himself gaining a deeper shade of red as a hand crawled into his lap, the nervousness returning after all his brave talk. Yet it was not like he wished the other to stop or back off. It was the opposite. He found himself wishing for more. He was wondering how far was the brunette was going to go, especially if, as the young man explained, he happened to be the man's type as well. "Such unexpected tastes." He mused, smiling. Different from himself, who was simply attracted by pretty faces and dominant attitudes. But dominant men were fairly scary in a sense as well- Hal was at their mercy. Perhaps being exclusively a bottom did that to him- 'just like a woman huh?' he could not help but mock himself inside his mind.

 

Yet all that did not mean he was going to be passive in this situation. A finger came to trace the shape of the younger man's hand, sign that keeping it there was alright and that he was comfortable with more, leaning in only a bit towards Theodore, his smile turning playful. "Not that I am complaining but you seem to quite enjoy teasing. You shouldn't leave your clients wait for too long?" He was chuckling, referring to the kiss. Surprisingly, he did not sound overbearing as he always did. If anything Hal himself was sure he ... sounded shy.

[Undinevea]

Fenris lightly chuckled at the comment, growing attracted to the other as he thought that the blush expression suited him well. The subtle signal was enough to edge him, not daring to even avert his eyes for a moment and focused solely on the person as he spoke which he noticed the tone coming out quite timid. The hand from his lap slowly went up to the man's chest and finally landed squarely on his chin, pulling their faces together as he leaned in. A light heated breath would have made contact with Hal's lips before they were connected with the host's, his eyes closing to indulge himself in the moment.

 

The young man was aiming for a light kiss at first, only nibbling at the bottom lip a few times until it was swollen red. Indulging himself too much into it, he was unable to help himself as the sensation made him change the kiss to something more passionate, more greedy as he conquered those soft lips. His hands wrapped around the blonde's neck, not letting his escape but if the other were to show a sign of wanting to stop, he would oblige.

[Guest Eornostlice]

The man let the young host do as he wished, the finger on his chin making him half-close his eyes much like a kitten, completely defenseless and unsure as to what he was to do with his hands. That was why he was really no good with those type of man-eaters. He could feel his own lip nibbled on, making his entire body aware of the other's heat, enjoying it all a bit more than he should have, not consciouss of the small swelling nor redness.

 

It was the sudden change in the feeling that started him. What started off as teasing was suddenly almost hungry, greedy even, a hand wrapping around his neck. He truly could not resist. He parted his lips in invitation, something that Theodore could decide to go for if he wished to, his own arms attaching themselves to the man's back, needing the support. Hal was kept in place but did not mind, eagerly kissing back, letting himself get lost in the sensations. It felt good. His eyes were shut entirely. He was getting greedy, forgetting self control.