It's late afternoon and the sun is beginning to set. The city streets bustle with crowds of Pokemon heading home from work. Among them steps a blue and black-furred feline with a fluffy mane and a yellow, star shaped tail tip- a Luxray. You're tall and slim, wearing tight jeans, a black shirt and a stylish brown jacket. You're pushing against the primary flow of people, heading toward the city center instead of away. You have a job, just like them- but your work happens under the cover of night.
By the time you reach the alley it's dusk and few people are still outside. From down the otherwise ordinary alleyway shines a pink neon glow and faint pulsing music. Ah, yes. You can't help but feel a little excited every time you see that. As you approach the club you can see that a few patrons are already lined up outside. Barring the door stands a mighty Rhydon with his arms crossed. You smile as you walk up to him and he gives you a nod. "Hey Kyra. Go on in." He steps aside and you enter the building.
On the inside the club looks cozy as ever. Almost every surface is carpeted in magenta or black and the lighting is dim. You swing your arms above your head and arch your back in a dramatic, full-body stretch, letting out a huge sigh. It's so nice being in here after having to stand up straight and be normal all day. The club is where you let loose, in more ways than one.
A familiar Sylveon approaches you with a big smile. She hugs you and you kiss briefly before she pulls away. "Hey Ky-Ky, how's it going?" You smile back at her and reply, "Not bad Rin, how about yourself?" She tilts her head cutely. "I'm great thanks! See you later, I gotta get ready." She brushes by you toward the changing rooms, long ribbons flowing behind her. Everyone remembers Rin because she looks way too young for this, but she's a lot older than she seems. After a moment you follow behind her and take the branch to your room. It's hardly a room, more like a closet because the only thing you do here is store your clothes. And on that note you remove your jacket, whip off your shirt and unbutton your pants. It's even more apparent now how skinny you are, a slightly muscled physique under fluffy black fur. You're not a typical male by appearance, you've got kind of a petite look reminiscent of the girls here. Not quite effeminate, but not incredibly masculine either.
You leave your clothes in a 'neat' pile on the floor. You then exit back into the hallway and take your place backstage, flopping onto one of the cushioned chairs. You cross your legs and lean back, settling in. You usually have to wait a while before the boss decides it's time to call you out. Best to wait until there's a big crowd so there's a greater chance someone will appreciate you. You don't need to please everyone, all you need is one person who likes you enough to buy your services. Often one of the big, bulky males. And among the few females who visit the club you're naturally quite popular. The girls who will be up first scurry back and forth, smiling and nodding as they pass by. They've all got very specific things to do to look their best, whereas you can get away with being a little rugged. All natural, as they say.
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