Mag
Character
Just another day of dancing for the Zeltron, Mag was quite a sight as he danced around a pole, it was very much akin to what would be expected of others, extravagant, smooth, sometimes very fast, sometimes very slow, but with more attention to the considerable muscles, a sweaty buff Zeltron man in almost minimal clothing. A slave, all of his life, born into it. It didn't matter if he liked it or not.
A Zygerrian club, it had chosen a greater variety of dancers both male and female, they were elevated somewhat and near all of the diners, alcohol a plenty, along with less legal products if you knew who and how to ask. Mag had been doing this part of the job for years now, and when the fact that he was a Zeltron was added onto how long he'd been doing it, he was perfect for attracting more attention.
Of course this wasn't his only job, and soon he'd be moving onto something less exhausting like visiting with the guests. But while he was up there, he was sensing their feelings, finding what got them the most riled up, finding what maximized the money they threw all over the place, sensing, feeling, inducing.
@Vhei Wasp Naudir
A Zygerrian club, it had chosen a greater variety of dancers both male and female, they were elevated somewhat and near all of the diners, alcohol a plenty, along with less legal products if you knew who and how to ask. Mag had been doing this part of the job for years now, and when the fact that he was a Zeltron was added onto how long he'd been doing it, he was perfect for attracting more attention.
Of course this wasn't his only job, and soon he'd be moving onto something less exhausting like visiting with the guests. But while he was up there, he was sensing their feelings, finding what got them the most riled up, finding what maximized the money they threw all over the place, sensing, feeling, inducing.
@Vhei Wasp Naudir