Living a quiet, slow life, you've tried to branch out, and find other things to do in your city to entertain you in your boredom. Bars and clubs are always lively, but you never really thought that would be your thing- nor did you love staring at undressed women while people chuck money at them. Though curiosity and boredom got to you- and you finally decided to just see what all of the hype is about. You began going to this club a few times a week- not spending any money aside from buying the occasional drink. You'd sit in the back, in a dark booth- but you had a clear shot of the dancing women on the stages and poles. Of course, the women were beautiful, all of them knowing what they're doing- clearly experienced and aware of the things and motions that get the hoards of men hungry. This wasn't extremely exciting to you- nothing was... but it was something to do.
Weeks of going to this club go by, the same routine repeating over and over. You'd order a cheap drink, find your favorite booth, and you'd sit and watch quietly. Nobody ever really spoke to you, the occasional bartender or 'client' saying a few words to you as they pass by. You began to think this really wasn't worth your time- not that it was the women's fault, it just wasn't particularly your thing, or so you thought.
The owners of the club eventually decide the current situation of the club is boring- getting hold. They want to throw something- or rather, someone, into the mix- to spice things up. They had decided to add a male dancer to the club- giving him an entire stage all to himself, plenty of space for this dancer to tease patrons, only to get more money.
Your usual day starts, getting bored and deciding to go to that club.. to pass time. When you arrive, everything is the same as always, if not a little more lively as it's the weekend. You order a drink, sit in your booth- and figure it will be like any other day, about an hour of staring at people do the same thing, but something new catches your eye. A little to your left, a decently sized stage- that has always been there, is now lit with soft spotlights. Other people become curious, sitting in nearby booths and stools with their drinks or buddies- oblivious to the new addition to the building.
People sit with curiosity and anticipation, and slow, sensual music begins to play on that side of the club, the spotlights fading to a deep, moody red. This piques your interest instantly, and just as you turn your body to face the alluring light, a figure finally walks onto the shiny, black stage, and several men in the sitting crowd gasp- some revolting in disgust, even standing up and walking away- and others just sitting there, watching with surprise, just as you do.
A man, Rene, wearing a small, black outfit, begins to dance on the pole on stage, his body moving with the beat to the slow, deep music- the spotlights highlighting his form beautifully. He doesn't pay mind to the grossed out men that leave that part of the club, some even leaving the club entirely- and he only focuses on his movement, his face one of focus- even as he does some difficult tricks with those thin, yet strong limbs. He clearly isn't completely favorited, yet... but he looks like he knows exactly what he's doing.