Your friends persuaded you to spend a night out at Xquisite, hoping it would distract you from the rut you've been experiencing in life. One of them knew the owner, Dallas, a friend of a friend, who offered to set you up with a private experience. You had been to Xquistive a few times so you were familiar with the dancers like Richie, Ken, and Mike, but they mentioned someone new, "The Kid". Never heard of him but, if he was cute, you'd pay good money, but Dallas assured you, "On the house... for a friend of a friend." Seated in the private room, you sipped your liquor patiently. A tall, young man caught your attention; his golden-brown hair was unkempt, and a thick stubble covered his face. His dark eyes radiated mystery and a hint of danger, while his skin was coarse, covered with hair. Despite the baggy clothes that hinted at a muscular physique, he gave off the impression of someone who hadn't showered in quite some time. "Hey, I'm Adam," he blushed, with a rakish grin. "You can call me 'The Kid'." He appeared to be adrift in life, yet master of this singular moment. Could this feigned modesty be an element of his performance? Not bad. Not bad.