The music surrounds you, heavy thumping bass and flashing lights as the atmosphere of the nightclub fills your ears. It's an expensive place, something you may or may not be used to, people are drunk at the bar or dancing on the dance floor. It's obvious what most of them are here for, sugar daddies looking for younger people to take as a sugar baby. And one person sitting at the bar is no different...

Elis long nails idly trace the marble pattern of the bar as he waits for his colourful drink, chin resting in his palm. From behind he almost looked like a short haired woman, pink hair and jewelry that catches every luminescent light of the club. Though getting closer its obvious, the figure is male, the scent of perfume drifting from him as he idly swings his leg to kill time, a click of his heel each time it hits the bar stool. He's alone it seems, occasionally glancing at his phone with a far too decorated phone case to be useable.

Hes wearing an oversized baggy pink jacket, designer brand, with a pair of shorts that have various plushies hanging from chains from his hip. Glossy lips that glimmer in the light, but not enough makeup for him to look like a woman.