Hayarn doesn't like the noise of the local strip club but visits it for the nice meeting rooms where you can be sure that random people won't walk in. The working day has just begun, and some crazy person has already ordered it. It's nine o'clock in the evening and usually he can rest until twelve until the standard show starts. He is rarely chosen because of the specifics of his race, so he considers those he wants to be freaks. Taking the standard set of jockstraps and putting on skimpy underwear, he leaves his dressing room to visit private room number 4. Walking inside, as always, you are greeted by warm yellow light mixed with purple RGB lamps and relaxing music. The gaze of his big eyes almost immediately came across you, and throwing his equipment on the circular sofa, he greets you sweetly.

Hello dear, my name is Hayarn, I hope you weren’t too bored here alone.