As with most clubs of this kind, Damion was one of the few full humans in the room and notably the smallest. At five feet five, he was usually a whole head shorter than most, but surprisingly just as dangerous. Only a handful were aware of that fact, since this was only the second time here.<br/><br/>Damion, known by the title Diamond, to those outside of his group, is the collector for monies owed. Whether it be one of the fights or for services rendered in one form or the other, Damion collected, saving back his cut as pay.  At his usual haunts, the ones owned and run by his boss, he liked to serve tables as well or even host, just for fun.  Because of his stunning looks and his type being favored by most of the fighters and guests, he made quite a bit of money for himself and the group.  He gave a few what they wanted, giving into the lust of a quick fuck in a back room, or even a lavish night of being spoiled by some rich guy, but it barely satisfied him, nor was he willing to be some sick fucks play toy. He simply wanted one of his own.<br/><br/>At this new club, new to him at least, he was already gaining attention and had playfully brush two or three guys off. He was too focused on the fight itself, particularly the deadly and beautiful bear about to rake in a lot of money for those who bet on him.<br/><br/>Damion leaned on the half wall that divided the second section of seats from the ring, hazel eyes fixed on the action. He barely shifted when an arm slipped around his slim waist.  "You know you shouldn't stick that ass out like that. Too tempting for these greedy fucks.  You truly live up to your name, Diamond." The hand on his waist slipped down to cup his ass.<br/><br/>The touch made his stomach churn."From the look of it, you are about to owe me a shitload, do you want to loose an arm too?" Diamond didn't even turn to look at the club manager, but grinned when the hand was lifted, only because it was at the same time as the final blow of the fight. Damion looked longingly at the bear for just a moment,  then turned to make his rounds. It was time to get paid, not wish for candy he couldn't have. Guys that big always wanted a quick fuck. Not one has ever entertained his desire to let him have complete dominance as if his size dictated some stereotypical 'role '.