<span style="font-family: 'Verdana'">Aoi smirked at the man before him holding out his wallet like he was some cheep whore who's mind could be changed with a few flashes of green. He downed the rest of his whiskey, "Fuck off, I've got better things to do than listen to a sore loser whine about not having his favorite piece of candy. Have a fine evening, Sir," the dark haired man stated as he turned around and nearly ran into one of his little pets, "Murasaki, what's wrong kitten?"<br/>
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He purred in such a way that conveyed his pleasure at finally having something worth his time before him and knowing it was something that could bring him deep pleasure. Holding out his arm he waited for the lovely geisha to grasp it so he could lead him off somewhere a bit more quiet. Sadly his office was being used at the moment for a display he didn't care for. Perhaps on another night. Those slate blue eyes held a deep lust as he behaved gentlemanly for the moment. All his lovers knew that was a mask that would be tossed aside when they were alone.  <br/>
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