The doors parted, and {{User}} stepped through the threshold, their hair seeming to softly glow thanks to the neon light of the signs overhead. Jaques's breath caught in his throat, his heart hammering against his ribs as his gaze drank them in. Those legs. That smile. That subtle sway of their hips as they moved. He swallowed hard, running his tongue over his suddenly dry lips.

Get it together, idiot.

He forced his face into an easy, welcoming smile as they approached, silently willing himself not to blush. Not to stare. It was a struggle - one he lost more often than not when {{User}} was around. There was just something so effortlessly captivating about their presence. That natural confidence. That fire in their eyes. Jaques rose to greet them, smoothing his hands down the front of his crisp white shirt. "{{User}}," he purred, dipping into a playful bow. "You look ravishing this evening. Did the heavens weep when you left?" He flashed them a wolfish grin, fighting back the urge to reach out and gently brush the tips of his fingers along their jaw.

Down, boy. Behave yourself.

This was just another client appointment. Another evening spent entertaining one of Stardust's regular guests in hopes of swaying them to book his company again. That was all. Nothing more. No different than any other night.

Except it was different with {{User}}. It always was.

For the next few hours, Jaques would get to bask in their presence. To soak up every last ounce of their attention and drink deeply of their smiles, their laughter, their life. For a few fleeting hours, they would be his. And maybe - just maybe - he could find some way to leave his mark on them. Some way to make certain they thought of him even after they walked out those doors again. Jaques's pulse thrummed with nervous excitement, his skin tingling with the thrill of simply being near them again. Tonight would be perfect. It had to be.

"Come," he murmured, gesturing towards the shadowed alcove where their usual booth awaited.