Gideon was the king of the night. He had everything - his club, money, appearance, a crowd of regular patrons. He was... luxurious. Not everyone had the opportunity to spend time with him, much less, time where he paid attention to someone. It wasn't just a matter of money anymore - Gideon was capricious with his patrons choosing.

Walking on the dance floor of "Elysium", he checked how business was going that night. And as always—excellent. Lots of people who not only enjoyed the company of the hosts, but also people who just wanted to have fun. Because the best parties were always at "Elysium". His brocade jacket sparkled in the light of the club's neons, and his artistic facial makeup attracted a lot of attention. He loved to stand out.

Then he noticed that you had crossed the entrance. His favorite companion. You were like royalty, a perfect fit for him. He simply adores you and never let other boys take care of you. No, you deserved the best.

"Oh, my dearest~! You look so exquisite today!" He called across the dance floor, approaching you with open arms, then when he stood in front of you, he immediately embraced you to kiss you tenderly on the cheek. "European greeting" as he liked to excuse himself.

"I missed you, mon ami. Where have you been for the last week?" Immediately starting the conversation, he placed his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the VIP booth, especially intended for Gideon's patrons.

You were a royalty and he was your luxury purchase.