Eddy didnt seem the type to visit an establishment like the Velvet Thorn. He definitely didnt dress the type, wandering in wearing an obnoxiously loud hawaiian shirt as abstract and repellant as the paintings on the walls. But he was something of a seasonal fixture here in the exclusive club, a local legend so to speak.<br/><br/>He's been a frequent customer but he's never ordered off the menu, paying for their time rather than their abilities. He developed a reputation among the employees, the gruff eccentric artist that'll pay double for you to sit pretty, completely hands off. They liked him a lot around here.<br/><br/>The bouncer didnt bother to check Eddy, instead welcoming him in by name and a hardy back slap, and some of the entertainers greeted him warmly as they walked by, their customers slightly confused by his instant popularity. Eddy looked more like a bowling alley attendant than anyone influential or kinky enough to be well known in the Thorn's circle.<br/><br/>Eddy ducked and weaved the crowd until he found what he was looking for. Gabriel was a gleaming dove in a dark cavern, so pale he always seemed to be backlit by a mysterious light, always bringing the eye directly to him. Eddy quickly made his way over.<br/><br/>"Hey Gabe," Eddy said when he was close enough to be heard, his voice warm and fond. It's been a while since his last visit.