Anel cocked his head to one side and placed a hand upon his slender hip, keen dark eyes surveying each move made by his current client. Suave was the best word he could of to describe the man as he coolly flicked open the lighter to kindle the tip of his cigarette, a small tutting sound passing between his lips. Smoke always made his things smell, and he wasn't afraid to show his dislike even as he turned elegantly upon his heel toward the nearby dressing table.<br/><br/>Bending down in a completely unnecessary manner, his hips rose into the air as he rummaged through the drawer, being sure to wiggle his smooth backside to create a tantalising view of what could potentially be Gareth's, should his money stretch far enough. Privately, the whore was rather certain that it would, the way the man carried himself; he had the air one who never went wanting, and that was fine with Anel; he did the same thing... Though in a more bratty way.<br/><br/>"Smoking again..." He said lightly, a teasing smile playing about his lips as he straightened up with a small glass ashtray, which he placed carefully upon the arm of Gareth's chair, huffing softly. "When you grow older, you're voice will become terribly gruff and unpleasant... And it is so wonderful right now... And it also smells." Perhaps he should have been more polite, but Gareth had visited him many a-time... And one didn't visit Anel for his politeness. besides, Anel felt rather comfortable withthe businessman by this point.<br/><br/>What was the worst that could happen?<br/><br/>He blinked and chuckled smoothly as he was instructed to remove the outfit, nodding his head with a sultry wink. "Ahh, right... My casual clothing must be offensive to your senses..." He purred deep within his throat before his fingers coiled lightly around the hem of his large jumper. His hips swayed slowly from side to side to the beat of non-existant music, his body shifting sensuously in a delicate wavelike motion as he slowly peeled off the first item of clothing to expose the slender and pale chest, dropping the jumper carelessly to one side.<br/><br/>His eyes remained resting firmly upon Gareth's it what was a subtle challenge; Anel didn't want weak clients, and while he would take them, he would do his job and be done with it... It was the better ones that he truly entertained. The better ones that would get to see the trunk under his bed. Gareth was one of those. He slowly turned away and arched his hips back, hands sliding down his side to the top of his shorts which he pushed down, slowly exposing the firm globes of flesh and moaning loudly as he did so.<br/><br/>Finally he dropped the shorts and kicked them away, looking back over his shoulder with a small smile at his client, running his tongue slowly, purposefully across his pink lips.<br/><br/>"Better now, Mr. Gareth...?"