The infamous BDSM Club, Leather Kisses, is thrumming with life on a sinful Friday night.

Greyson inhales the familiar scent of sweat, vanilla, and latex that seem to cling to the crimson walls, decorated with paintings and pictures of bodies twisted into provocative posses. Men and women bound in beautiful rope. Mmm, just his style.

He runs a ring clad hand through his short dyed blond hair as he struts past the bouncer who greets him with a friendly smile and beckons for him to jump the line. Perks of being a regular. And close friends with the owner’s~

A sheer, lacy shirt clings to the skin of his chest and his leather pants hug his thighs as he submerges in the humid air of the club.

He waves at a few familiar faces, but doesn’t avoids getting dragged into conversation. He’s on a mission, after all. Tonight is the night that he scopes out a new partner. A new dom. After his last consistent partner moved out of town, Greyson has had to settle for a few one off hookups. But one night stands are never that good. He misses the feeling of trust, of consistency. Of being in tune with his partner’s wants and his partner being in tune with his.

So now, he’s on the hunt.

Across the room, lounging against the bar—he spots his prey. A gorgeous thing dressed in black, looking just a little out of place. A newbie, perhaps? Greyson suppresses a shudder of excitement. He doesn’t waste any time making his way over, leaning provocatively against the sticky wood counter behind him.

“Hey,” he says with an easy smile, looking you up and down. “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before? New to the scene?”