The music was thumping and the smoke was thick—cigars, cigarettes, blunts, this wasn't a place where things were kept strictly legal, you understand.<br/><br/>And Taiga understood. But that was not these men's flesh to gaze on, not today, not ever again, unless the man wanted to come back.<br/><br/>The owner of the club was simpering next to Taiga's chair. "Brings in a big crowd, Loki's act does, you sure you have to take him? You know we have other unnies on our staff—"<br/><br/>"Sousuke's the one," Taiga chuckled. The club owner was sweating, and no doubt it had more to it than the heat. Someone like this knew the underground well enough to know to pay attention when a name like Taiga Hisoka was dropped. Especially with Lu standing behind him with his shades on in the dark club, scanning entrances and exits.<br/><br/>Taiga captured the straw of his abysmal margarita and sucked the sugary shit in. No good liquor on the whole menu. He didn't want to linger.<br/><br/>But, as the lights dropped and the sex on two legs walked out and caressed the pole like a lover, Taiga licked the red from the margarita off his lips and jumped on the stage. This wasn't part of the performance, but several men catcalled and called him down, thinking he was a client a little too enamored with booty.<br/><br/>He leaned down and told the sweating owner, "Announce me. Did you know my stage name?"<br/><br/>"We all know it—knew it," the owner said, suddenly getting excited. The club's profit margin and prestige were about to go way up. He'd be insinuating Taiga could come any day now for months afterward, and Taiga's fans would come in the hope of seeing the famous hooker one last time.<br/><br/>The owner toddled off nearly rubbing his hands in excitement as Taiga squared off before Sousuke and the owner came onto the speakers. "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a real show for you tonight."<br/><br/>Taiga hooked his finger in his tie and pulled, the designer silk whisper-soft as he freed it. He tossed it to his bodyguard and then began to undo the buttons of his suit coat, graceful, sexual, and looked over Loki's domain like he couldn't wait to steal it from him.<br/><br/>The suitcoat followed, fluttering into the audience where his bodyguard caught it and folded it before it fell onto the floors, which had been marked not infrequently with jizz.<br/><br/>"Out of retirement, for the first time in months, is the Tiger, the most expensive stripper in the city!"<br/><br/>Taiga grinned, undoing the buttons on his shirt one at a time and stripping it with such understated eroticism men weren't sure why their cocks suddenly lept at the seam of their flies.<br/><br/>"Wait, the Tiger?" a man said, breathless.<br/><br/>"It can't be him, no way."<br/><br/>"They're just bluffin' us to take our money."<br/><br/>Taiga strutted up the catwalk like he'd been born to this role. He threw his shirt around Loki's shoulders and used it as a leash to pull him in for a cinematic kiss. Excited catcalls and hurrahs lept up from all sides.<br/><br/>"Can you keep up with me, Loki," Taiga whispered in his ear.