<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/37/GoldLaceAiless.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Ailess, #1253</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong><em>Locker rooms, to Kitchen</em><br/><strong>When: </strong><em>Week 1, Thursday Evening</em><br/><strong>Who: </strong><em>Lux</em><br/><strong>Status: </strong><em>Closed</em><br/><strong>Notes: </strong><strong>Bold</strong>is dialogue in Japanese<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"I know, I'll finish the recording at the end of the week, promise." </strong>A young voice spoke against the microphone of his phone, holding it to his ear as he paced in his provate locker room. He just had to get calls right before coming here, to relax and get away from work, only to be forced to talk about work.<strong> "Trust me Sawada-san, I'll get my work done. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd like to spend some time to myself, please."</strong>With a quick thank you, the young male hung up the call, setting his phone into the locker with a sigh. However, he looked back towards his things, a frown forming before he took something back from his locker and into his robe pocket; another phone.<br/><br/>He had an extra for work purposes, but this could always lead him to trouble; there wasn't supposed to be any sort of devices in the Club, but he had important calls to make, or in case any one else called him. Hopefully no one would find out about it.<br/><br/>Being a musical artist was never easy, especially when you backtracked from Japan only to move to the U.S. to broaden your career. Things had only gotten so much more difficult for Ai, having to record his music whenever he could, as well as schedule modeling shoots for companies that he had no intrest in. It was all for his career, and it was what he wanted, but sometimes, a bit more excitement was what he needed.<br/><br/>That's where the Carnival Club came in.<br/><br/>A place with almost no rules, where people could indulge in their deepest and darkest desires of the sexual nature; it was the perfect outlet for Ai, ever since he had arrived for his 21st birthday as a gift from his manager. Something was always lacking in his life, even after he had achieved so much, the things that he always wanted; fame, wealth, glory, he had it all. The Carnival Club was his haven, the place to let him unwind and indulge in his darkest fantasies that he's held in.<br/><br/>Changing out of his clothes and into the black robe and mask he designed himself, he walked out of his locker room to make his way into the kitchen. Grabbing a clean wine glass, he opened the variety of cabinets to reveal wines of all years and designs, grabbing one that caught his interest, before pouring a small glass for himself.<br/><br/>It seemed empty today, not as many members as usual on an evening like this.