Taiga's lips twitched up. "A professional, darling," he purred back, directly in the shell of Loki's ear while he ground his nude body over him, exciting them both. "And your new owner."<br/><br/>He nipped the shell of Loki's ear and spun him away and close, a colossal tease. The crowd was howling, enjoying Taiga's artistry, enjoying the effortless way the two moved, as if this were a choreographed dance instaed of an impromptu show between strangers.<br/><br/>Taiga kissed him one last time, and the music ended, the men in the audience cheering.<br/><br/>"Come now, love," Taiga said, smiling at him devilishly and pulling him off the stage by his hand. He plucked his clothing off Loki's body and put it on. His socks and shoes, divested at the front of the stage, where handed to him along with the rest of his clothing by his bodyguard Lu. He put them all back on, even readjusting his cufflinks.<br/><br/>The owner came back, clasping his hands, beaming at all the money that'd been tossed on the stage and was now being picked up.<br/><br/>"He have street clothes? Any belongings?" Taiga asked the owner.<br/><br/>"No, sir, didn't need 'em."<br/><br/>"Very well. Come along, Loki. Or do you prefer Sousuke?"