[Mojave]

It had been another eventful night at Jade; a crowd fit to exceed the occupancy limit, the alcohol had been flowing excessively, and the crowd was growing bold with their liquid courage. Some of them (a few women naturally, and even a man) had tried to "help" him out of his clothes before he slipped away. This was, of course, his favorite part of being a stripper.

While most did it to put themselves through college, support a child, or as a means to an end, Diego enjoyed it. He wasn't shy so being naked in front of strangers was nothing more than a boost to his ego knowing he was the star of people's fantasies. He could create his own routines as provocative as he liked and made a killing using his skills in ballroom, break, ballet, and freestyle dancing to entertain his audience. But his favorite aspect was that folks weren't required to sit back and just admire him in a stuffy theater, they got involved. It was the small element of unpredictability that really made his switch from professional dance instructor to exotic dancer so much fun.

He'd made a new playlist for his new routine today, the music specially chosen and the stage modified to allow him to incorporate aerial acrobatics with long silk curtains and a spinning pole that let him swing over the stage instead of working a solitary immobile pole. Of course there were one of those too and catwalks that extended out over the tables, but if he wasn't going to limit himself to simple air humping and typical male gyrating, like hell was he going to limit himself to one stationary work space.

He had finished the last song in the catwalks over the stage with just his dance belt on right at last call. While the lights illuminated the bar where the crowd clamored for their final drinks, he was preparing himself with the curtains for his finale. Waiting for his cue to resume he let his gaze wander the crowd, flicking his black streaked ginger hair from his eyes.

[ToxicShadow]

It was far from unusual for Charmaine to show his face at a place like the Jade; though he couldn't say he'd actually been to the particular establishment before, just to almost all too similar places. That played out to his benefit, in a way, since his face would not be as easily recognized, at least not as easily as if he'd gone to a place he frequented. Which meant that his identity, his pretending, would not be so easily found out.

For the purpose of seeking out one certain man, for conquering one specific man, even if only briefly, he'd intentionally altered his body. It was not so different from himself that it felt uncomfortable, in fact, he looked nearly the same as usual, with long, orange colored curls, half of which was pulled back into a high ponytail, with the remainder still framing his delicate, finely made up face. His eye shadow glimmered and sparkled, as did much of his body, faintly, with most of his exposed flesh having been dusted with a shimmering body powder. Even to the tips of his neatly manicured nails, he'd meticulously put himself together. It took a great deal of time and attention to detail, which he preferred to do the hard way, by hand, rather than making use of his boundless transformation skills.

But, unlike usual, he had all the working parts most associated with a woman, including generously sized breasts, which he intentionally accentuated further with a harness bra, the straps coming from beneath his low cut dress. Rather than just being mistaken for a woman, which was all fine and well, most of the time, it wouldn't be questioned at all, now. That was his intention. To use such a body to his advantage, drawing in prey that wasn't attracted to him, otherwise, for his lack of such parts.

Within the clamoring crowd, he stood out not only by the aid of his brightly colored hair, since, certainly, others around had some unnatural color, too, but by the fact that he was still sitting, mostly unmoving, with his legs crossed and his head resting lightly in his hand as he intently watched Diego dance, never taking his eyes off of him. It wasn't that he was disinterested, it was the exact opposite.

[Mojave]

While twisting the the drape once more around his waist Diego felt a prickling on the back of his neck. He knew he was being watched, even some of the people getting their last drink were still eying his silhouette. But the gaze he felt was much more intense, predatory almost, and it caused the fine hairs on the back of his neck to prickle deliciously. With a grin, he glanced over his shoulder and down into the crowd, letting his eyes rove aimlessly over them all.

It didn't take him long to notice the orange haired buxom beauty, and he made a pleased rumble in the back of his throat. Such a nice rack, and he did so love gingers. He turned toward her, though by this time the lights were going off again leaving him in total darkness. The last song for the night started up, his cue to begin the finale.

With a dramatic drop, he went straight to it. As he unraveled the drapes from his body by twisting and spinning, his elevation over the crowd decreased until he was wrapped in one final loop of opaque drapery directly above the stage. His final move involved no small amount of flexibility as he removed not only his dancer's belt but touched down onto the stage with only the thinnest part of the curtain covering his manhood. The lights behind him threw his naked silhouette for the crowd before the song ended and the lights went out for the last time.

When the lights came back on in the lounge, the curtains around the stage had fallen, leaving the evening's entertaiment a modicum of privacy as he retreated to his dressing room. On the way he sent one of the other entertainers to invite the orange haired woman backstage.

"Excuse me, Miss?" The girl was in her early twenties and she eyed the stranger before her appreciatively before extending a Peacock Iris to her. "If it interests you, you've been invited backstage." She winked before motioning to follow her if she wanted to know more.

[ToxicShadow]

For the duration of the final act, Charmaine remained in the same idle, unmoving position, eyes never straying from the figure on the stage; almost like he was devouring the other  man with his eyes alone. He never released him from his gaze.

Though, what the fairy had failed to do was come up with a further plan. While he was quite certain that he'd been noticed, even though it was just the feeling he had, he could not possibly know if just being noticed would be enough to get him close to his prey. Especially not when the curtains fell, breaking the only form of contact that they had; the visual contact.

Charmaine was going over possibilities in his head when he was approached by a young woman. A brief glance to either side of him confirmed that it was he whom she was addressing, although it was evident that his outside appearance had its effect. She had mistaken him for a woman. He did not correct her. Instead, he gingerly received the peacock iris and smiled.

"Of course," he agreed, finally rising from his elegant position and moving to follow after her, entirely all too curious about their method of inviting a private guest back. It seemed only appropriate to presume that he had been noticed.