<span style="font-family:Amaranth">It was hot in the club. Music thrummed and pulsed through the air while more than a few people pressed lewdly against one another seeking relief from another sort of heat all together. Lights flickered here and there like pointless search lights too dull to do more than show an outline of those in the crowded seating area around the main stage. Some chattered loudly about the dancers that twisted and writhed for their entertainment on the auxiliary stages. <br/>
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Whispers about the next performer began like an excited buzz of a fly as it twisted its way through the crowd. It sent a shiver down Sousuki's spine as he stared at his own reflection in the mirror just behind the backstage curtain. He looked as he always looked when he was here. Horns of red and gold curved from the mass of blood red hair making him look like a creature of sin. Golden contacts rested comfortably on his eyes. His long sleeved black shirt hid the delicate looking cold iron cuff that encircled his neck. The feeling the cold iron created was ebbed by the opium in his veins.  Tight black shorts hugged his hips as thigh high boots did his legs and feet. <br/>
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He was merely waiting for his queue at this point. The announcing of his stage name made him slightly hard in a way that made him purr as he slipped from the small hallway out into the open smoky club's house. His favorite song started to play making him really get into his role. He was after all Loki the God of Fire.<br/>
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Strolling ups the steps of the stage he reached for the his partner in crime --the pole-- and twisted around it in a graceful manner before pressing up against it fully and sliding down to his knees. He had noticed a person sitting right in front of his stage as if waiting expectantly for him to appear. Loki grinned his trademark grin before rubbing himself against the pole. Those eyes the other leveled on him turned him on more than the opium did.<br/>
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Standing in a smooth motion he aimed to give his audience a show they wouldn't soon forget. This was his life. When on this pole he was as free as he could be the feeling of the cold iron around his neck the furthest from his mind as he strung out his pleasure as much as possible. <br/>
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