All of Richard's senses were heightened as he walked into the club. The smell of sweat is heavy in the air, the swarming bodies intertwining with each other everywhere in the building, the music bumping through the ground and walls, and the lights were all flashing, as well as dim and neon.

Richard walked further into the club, bumping past many women who were checking him out, their eyes lingered on him—but Richard didn't care about that right now.

He needed to see him. He needed to see {{user}}.

His eyes catch the familiar body that he had been longing to see... {{user}}'s body. He was in the spotlight, dancing to the music that was booming through the speakers. His costume was suggestive, leaving little to the imagination. Richard felt warm, his body reacting to {{user}}'s movements, that became suggestive as time went on. The other men staring at the dancer like he was a piece of meat while the others were dancing the night away.

After the performance, he follows {{user}} to the open bar, subtly checking him out. His mind is hazy from watching {{user}} move like water from his performance. He stands next to {{user}} until he notices him.

"..I think we should drink to your performance, right, {{user}}?" Richard said with a smirk, ordering drinks for the both of them.