Warning: sexual themes, prostitution and partial nudity

That night everyone in the crowd knew which performer would be holding the night's show.

It hasn't been long since the Pub Owner's Golden Dancer last performed, but his abscence was remarkable and some already thought he had finally retired... but it wasn't true, once the news about his comeback was on and bustling!

Star was his name, and everybody had a different legend about his identity. Mysterious from head to toe, from eyelash to lips, no one knew who that boy was.

The wide glimmering stage was spacious, with a long thread of fabric - giving the crowd a taste of curiosity that didn't last long, once the performer appeared as soon as the music started and the lights lowered.

People started whistling, shouting, and leaning in, trying to see the performer even closer.

The wave of cheer and widened eyes of amazement indulged the performer to smile shyly. He appeared timidly at the corner of the stage, wearing a fuzzy scarf over his neck and shoulders, plus high and shiny heels. He seemed innocent, posing timidly and greeting the crowd with a warm smile... until he tainted that grin with mischievous spices, eyes locking into people's souls and intentions.

The lights then changed. 

Once a purplish pink hue, it turned into an intense red and blue.

An adrenaline rush and people shouted more.

The performer moved to the rhythm of the music and gracefully tossed the fuzzy scarf aside, revealing his entire silhouette to the mesmerized crowd. His slender figure was accentuated by the tight, glossy, dark pink latex leotard that glistened under the alternating red and blue lights, adding a touch of glamour to the performance.

He grasped the supple fabric, feeling its velvety texture against his palms, and gradually shifted his weight onto his arms as he hung suspended mid-air. He swayed back and forth like a pendulum, the fabric gently supporting his body as he moved.

The performer began to move in a daring and audacious manner within the fabric, exhibiting an effortless grace as he twisted and turned himself among the sheets. The crowd watched in amazement as he hung himself in mid-air, grinning unabashedly and displaying his always-bright smile. The performer skillfully maneuvered his way out of the fabric, landing flawlessly on the ground. Every move made was executed with precision and elegance, leaving the audience in awe of his incredible talent.

The lights then changed again.

Before red, they turned purple and rosé.

Following the music, he moved closer to the audience, which screamed with ecstasy when Star lowered his leotard a little lower, giving the audience a taste of his skin tone and chest.

He crouched down on the stage and crawled over to the first person who was staring at him. He ran his hand over her face, stroking her cheeks and moving up to her ears, mesmerizing her like a predator... but soon he moved away, laying down on the stage, as a part of his choreography, the lucky ones could feel his warm, soft skin.

Money was thrown around, his favorite part.

A lot of money flew on him, from papers to coins.

Everyone wanted to buy him, like an object.

A luxury doll.

Some grabbed his thighs, others grabbed his arms while others tried to rip off his leotard, and a few grabbed his hair and hands. They always aimed at the same places as usual, and he didn't mind, so much so that he simulated pleasure with it, leaving everyone entranced with his sweet voice amidst the noise of the music.

But it was only a few seconds of ecstasy for the lucky ones, as he soon sat down, tilting his head to the side in a provocative tone and letting the last lucky one grab his ass before getting up and continuing his choreography.

"Boy, what's that...," Azazel marveled at the performer, almost knocking over his drink.

“Ow, be careful,” Belial held the glass before it dropped. "Go have fun. You have money to do so," she grumbled, taking a long sip of her beer. "Ah, and don't spoil your new disguise, it was hard to cast this spell."

“Don't worry, I'll only have some mundane fun,” he snickered, tidying his expensive clothing.

As Azazel approached the stage, shoving the weird people into climax by only watching and touching the performer, the star’s eyes locked on him. Immediately, the performer bit his bottom lips and swayed next to him and giggled when Azazel grabbed his thighs, a fierce grab with hunger.

He then crouched again, facing that interesting and good-looking man with short brown hair. The star kissed Azazel's cheek, nibbling his ear as a final act. His eyes were enchanting, the ruby-red that changed to pink was mesmerizing, and his lips were soft and warm, just like his skin and slim hands.

Oh… how much he wanted to spend rivers of money on that shiny star... maybe buy it and own it at least for a night.

Still, as legend said, that star was hard to catch.

"I know what you're thinking," the star said in a breathy tone in Azazel's ear. "But I don't think you'll make it," he chuckled after messing the man's hair and swayed away from him with grace.

Star bowed as the bright and vibrant stage lights slowly faded into their customary colors, signaling the end of his performance.

His lips turned into a warm smile as he waved his hand and gathered all the scattered money on the stage with a nonverbal spell. With a flourish, he retrieved the fluffy pink scarf he had tossed earlier and draped it over his shoulders, savoring the feeling of the soft fabric against his skin.

In the dark, he was beautiful, but under the warm lights... the performer was as stunning as ever, especially his rosé tainted cheeks from the effort. Hopelessly, Azazel was left behind, feeling both amused and enchanted.

Humans were really interesting.

“Did you get a night?" Belial asked, ordering more beer for to cheer.

“You should stop drinking that much,” Azazel grumbled, predicting how expensive their bill would be. “And no, I didn’t.”

"HAHAHA! The beauty gave you blue balls!!!!" she laughed out loud, noticing the bulge on her friend's pants, which he quickly covered with his hands.

"SHUT UP," he growled, but Belial kept laughing.

“May I help you two?” A tall, handsome bartender approached. 

Younri smiled at the duo and gently offered water for Belial, hiding her alcoholic beverage from her sight - and wallet.

"My friend here wants a night with today's performer," Belial said, leaning on Azazel's shoulders.

“Oh! I see he caught your eyes…" Younri chuckled. "It's pretty hard to book a night, but the performer is in a good mood. Want me to talk to him?” he offered.

“Yes, how much is a night?” Azazel quickly replied.

“Hm… it depends on his tiresome," Younri pondered, remembering what Mine told him about the blisters on his feet. "Night shows always tire our beauty, so it won’t be cheap,” he advised.

"It doesn't matter," Azazel calmly said. "Can I know his name?"

“His name is Star, as simple as that,” Younri chuckled. “Have a problem with having a night with a man, Sir?”

"He enjoys everything. Only a hole is-," Belial babbled, and Azazel shushed her before she could talk more nonsense. Meanwhile, the bartender quickly talked to someone on the phone.

"Oh my," Younri chuckled, typing on his cellphone. "It seems you're lucky. Star is available for a talk, Sir."

Younri gave them a glass of water and forbade his crew to offer any more alcohol to Belial, who was about to fall from the chair if it wasn't for her friend to be her support.

Star joined Younri quickly, looking as stunning as on stage but with a lighter lipstick shade.

"Oh, hi Mr." Star smiled, waving cheerfully. "Let's negotiate then," he grinned. I'm lucky!! It's that dumb, rich horny man from the stage earlier. Mine- ahem, Star thought- well, his identity is no secret for us so... Mine, Star... they're the same.

"Oh, sure," Azazel smiled, resting Belial's head on the table. "You're stunning tonight."

"Thank you," Star grinned again. Of course I am. This wig was hellish to style, I had to do my makeup twice, these moles were a struggle to draw, and my sexy outfit was a hassle to fit in! Mine thought as he showed Azazel where they would negotiate: a seat not very far from there.

Star smelled good, even though he had sweated a lot earlier. His hands were calloused but were so soft and delicate. His smile was warm and adorable, even though he had a mysterious, sexy aura behind those peachy lips and moles.

"So, you want to book a night with me?" Star asked, resting his cheek on his hand. "I'm not cheap because I am the best sex worker here," he smiled, touching Azazel's hand, "not only that, but I tend to give a good night to my clients. I also set some rules, but it does not affect the experience."

"Oh… I'm good with that," Azazel grinned. "I can pay any price you give me. All I want is to savor your skin," he tilted his head to the side, taking one of Star's hands and kissing the back of it.

AHA! AN EASY ONE. Mine thought, beaming in the inside. “Such a greedy gentleman…” Star chuckled, 'flattered'. "OK, you convinced me enough to book a night, and I'm in a great mood today, so... How about next week?"

“Ah… all this time for a night…” Azazel whined. “Can you book it earlier, darling?”

Let's tease him and see if he's really for real... Mine thought again. I mean, I am tired and I wanted to go home but... if he pays enough... why would I refuse? “It’ll be more expensive,” he grinned, kissing Azazel’s hand. “What do you think about tonight? But it’s pricey…”

“Hell yes,” intensely looked at Star.

AHA! Mine beamed internally. A DUMB RICH MAN INDEED! “So eager… sorry to give you blue balls earlier,” he chuckled. “Mind you follow me to my room?”

Oh, my poor heart. Azazel thought, already following Star.

But... he would need some more time.

“AZAZEL!!” Belial shouted, tripping on her feet. “Azazel,” she caught her breath before speaking, “we have matters to resolve. Master is calling for us- oh, hi beauty," she waved, and Star replied with a sweet smile.

Geez... c'mon horny rich man, do your thing. Mine thought, praying for Azazel to ignore that woman.

"Dear Belial, tell boss I'm busy, or else he'll pay for my night today," Azazel elegantly replied, hiding his anger.

Abruptly that way? No! Azazel preferred to be in prison for bad behavior than losing that night. It's been decades since he hasn't enjoyed human desires! He needed to enjoy it now that he had time!

Let's be... 'reasonable'. Mine snickered. “If you have matters to resolve, we can schedule for tomorrow,” he said, gently stroking Azazel’s shoulders.

“Oh, perfect-”

"Uh, we'll be busy tomorrow too," Belial said, and Azazel stared at her as if he wanted to shut her speech with a glare. "We have a really difficult business, beauty. I'm afraid my friend will have to relieve himself in the bathroom later."

Ah please lady, can't you see I want my money? Mine grumbled.

“… Belial… tell boss he’ll need to pay-”

"It's an urgent matter! Let's go before he takes us, you idiot!" Belial hissed.

Well... my job is ruined and their business ain't my business so... I'll go home. Mine gave up. "No worries, whenever you're free… just appear here at the Pub, and we'll find a suitable day," Star smiled, shushing Azazel's increasing bitterness.

"Thank you, Star," Azazel bowed. "Let me pay you a drink. How about juice? I know you need to be hydrated after the show."

“Sure, thank you, Mr. Azazel,” Star smiled. Ugh, can't you spend a little more? Be creative geez...

Outside the Pub, both demons started arguing until Belial quickly sobered up as soon as a tall figure appeared in front of them on the dim lights of the cold, empty streets. The person, rather a demon, was tall and had short blue hair. His facial expression was one of utter dissatisfaction and displeasure, with hardly a hint of contentment to be found.

“I see you two are having fun,” the person started, “and I see you need to go to the bathroom, right Azazel?”

"Y-yes, sir," Azazel replied.

"I'm afraid you'll have to bear with it because the instability zone is nearby," he said while opening a mana screen to show them a detailed map, which showed all the subway stations around that neighborhood. 

"It's shifting from place to place..." Belial noticed, scribbling in drunk writing on her notes.

"We need to expose its core before the instability bursts terribly... and before that entity steals it from us," the tall man said, showing some more information and predictions about the core.

"Entity? Wait, the silly well thing?" Belial asked.

"It's a Mammon's follower, an ancient one, so we need to be careful," the tall person replied, opening another mana screen for them to see the vile entity's profile. "The Consort gave us two more months before he takes the case and replaces us, so we need to solve this quickly."

“Yes, sir Mephistopheles," both replied and bowed, but Belial hadn't sobered up enough and fell on the floor.

"And make sure to not be tracked by the Chronos. If the instability burst and he's nearby... he'll be the one to automatically seize it," Mephistopheles sterned and both demons gasped.

"A Chronos?!" Azazel gaped. "Wait, wait, is it a black haired guy? There's one really scary and he-"

"No, they- just remember the classes you attended to, dickhead. I'm not going to teach you that again," Mephistopheles slapped Azazel on the forehead. "There's one in this area and he is very aware of any energy, be careful to not die recklessly, especially you Belial."

"Yesshh boss," she grinned, and Azazel took her from the floor.

"Make sure to protect the human, we're in debt with her," Mephistopheles finished, entering the same portal he came from earlier and leaving the two demons behind.