Piere, most likely, had no idea why they would want to watch him either.  He did, however, know he was being followed.  His eyes were everywhere, constantly vigilant for anything that might threaten him.  A man in his position could never be too careful.  He went about his life as usual though, just increased his security and kept an eye on his stalker.  Tonight in particular, he was going about a rather sordid part of his life which involved several guards, a decent amount of alcohol and rope, and a rather concerned looking neko prostitute in very small shorts.  Almost tame, by his standards.<br/><br/>The neko had been picked up by one of his associates, a young man with an eye for other young men, and brought up to his offices.  Piere liked to conduct all his 'business' there rather than in his home- easier to clean up and prevent people from finding out where he lived.  Such things could be something of a pain for him.  The young, grey-haired man was seated at his desk when tonight's companion was brought to him, and his eyes roved the neko's small, lithe form with a casual expertise, taking in the slimness of his limbs, the bright blonde of his hair and long, furry tail, and the patch over his right eye, a glaring imperfection on an otherwise youthful, almost effeminate face.<br/><br/>"You picked a damaged one?"  He asked in thickly accented but otherwise perfect English, turning his slate-eyed gaze to his associate.<br/>"He was recommended."  the young man replied, shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.  "And he says he's willing to cater to... unusual requests."  The neko himself quirked an eyebrow at Piere, the one over his damaged eye no less, and smirked, the expression revealing a small fang.  Money was money after all, and for Keet every penny counted.  Piere looked at first glance like a rich, spoiled playboy for whom that was no object, but the prostitute was smart enough to still be on his guard.  He'd been tricked before, after all, and the blind spot his mistake had earned him was a strong reminder.<br/>"Hmm..."  Piere stood, stalking towards the diminutive neko and practically towering over him, an ego boost for a man who was somewhat lacking in the height department.  "We shall see then, shall we?"  He mused, reaching out with one slim-fingered hand and tilting Keet's chin so that he could see his face better.  The neko's tail flicked slightly behind him as he fought the urge to nip at his fingers.  "Yes, I think we shall."  He took a step back and looked to his guards.  "Leave us."<br/><br/>------<br/>Meanwhile, another prostitute was finished for the night, just making his way home.  At first glance, he may in fact have appeared to be a she thanks to his long, well cared-for mane of magenta hair.  A further look, however, would reveal the strong muscle attached to that slim, long-legged frame and the flatness of his chest under the tight t-shirt he wore.  He walked quickly with his head down to avoid making eye contact with anyone, though he still kept his eyes and ears open for trouble.  At this time of night most of the harmless, law-abiding citizens had gone home, leaving the dregs like himself out on the streets.  The thought didn't help his mood much, especially not when he caught the strains of thumping music from a club as he walked past.  All those rich bastards in there, not a care in the world and didn't give two shits about people like him.<br/><br/>A flash of movement in an alleyway caught his attention and he looked round in time to see a hulk of a man smash his fist into some unfortunate woman's face.  Lesser men may have left it, but gay hooker or not Neil Kirana still had some bizarre sense of chivalry and the next thing he realised was that he'd stopped dead, shouted something indistinct and slid almost effortlessly into a martial artist's stance.  All those karate lessons had paid off, before he'd had to drop them due to lack of funds.