Gabe sat back in his chair and cocked a curious eyebrow as Drake announced that the city of sin had a specialty dance. He wondered what it would be like. He is not very shocked that ot requires less clothing. He watches Drake strip off his clothing with an appreciative eye, smiling softly when the vampire dons the 'bad girl' underwear. The man nothing short of owned who he is and Gabe loved the confidence he exuded as he strutted over to the pole. The wiggle in his hips and the purple thong were quite the sight together, little did he know it would only get exponentially more provocative from there.<br/><br/>The dance seemed to revolve around the pole and seduction. He got the distinct feeling that this was supposed to be a very private act. One between lovers for certain. "I must say I am entertained." He says as his eyes remain glued to Drake's strong and graceful form. The moves were athletic and filled with lust. Everytime he saw Drake rub himself against the pole he wished it were him instead. Perhaps that was the intent of the dance. When Drake looked back at Gabe the vampire has every last bit of the angel's attention, eyes roaming hungrily over his body. "I like this one." He says clearly, when he sees the eyes on him.