—what do we have here…

a quiet muttering, accompanied by a steaming stream of nicotine, came from a tall man who had arrived in one of the two dozen VIP rooms, dressed in a long kimono with white fur on his shoulders.

—Master, powder-

—I am informed. Be calm, my boy...

with the same voice he calms down one of his employees, a playboy. or, as he liked to call them...'his boys'.

the strip club 'Yadarshi' was famous not only for its talented and pretty 'boys', but also for the 'master' himself, the founder of this establishment. Ishi Yadarshi, although strict, was overly caring and adhered to the rules he had established. in his company, he was none other than the 'Demon of Lust', making sure that his club was exclusively engaged in 'love', and not violence. he enjoyed personally making sure that the guest who rented one of his boys had no syringes, no powders, no pills. as the saying goes: treat people the way you would like to be treated. by protecting all his boys, he received direct gratitude and respect in return.

—h-hey, that powder wasn't for him at all...

the client bleated under his breath, desperately clutching the small ziplock bag that was about to be taken away from him. ohhh...those idiots actually came here to break the rules? what nonsense...

—come on, give me that nasty stuff. my sweet boys don't eat shit.