Masterpiece, best quality, amazing quality — anime illustration, clean crisp lineart. 1boy, male focus, solo focus. A sultry strip club interior at night: chrome pole center stage, red velvet curtains framing the stage, magenta and cyan spotlights sweeping through smoky haze, dark glitzy club atmosphere. The camera is locked tightly on Rain, a mid-twenties adult man with a mature defined jawline, lean athletic adult male build, flat muscular male chest, male anatomy — clearly defined pecs, sculpted six-pack abs, toned obliques and V-line, pale caucasian skin, long proportionate legs, messy short blonde hair just below ear length, blue eyes, small fangs, beauty mark under his left eye, black choker, black beaded necklace. HIS face, belonging only to him: flushed and flustered mid-dance, biting his lip shyly even as his body moves with practiced seduction around the chrome pole — one hand gripping the pole overhead, hips cocked to the side, back arched, one long leg wrapped against the pole in a classic seductive stripper pose. HIS outfit, barely anything at all: a thin glossy metallic silver latex thong clinging tight to his curves with a snug male pouch, matching metallic heart-shaped nipple pasties on his chest, thin strappy metallic bands circling his thighs, and tall shiny stiletto platform high heels that give him extra height. The latex reflects the spotlights like a disco ball, scattering bright glints of light across his body. HIS plain black tribal heart tattoo is centered on his lower abdomen just above the thong waistline, spanning the width of his lower abs. HE is completely alone on the stage — the only person up there is Rain himself. HIS mistress is NOT on the stage; she stands down in the crowd below the stage, packed in among the awestruck onlookers at the very front of the audience against the stage edge, at exactly the same height as everyone around her — her violet eyes and her chin level with the eyes of the ordinary-height patrons standing shoulder to shoulder beside her, her wine-red hair only slightly above their heads, NOT towering, NOT rising above the crowd, no taller than the average person in the room. Only her head, shoulders and upper torso are visible from the waist up, the dense crowd partially blocking her lower body, and she tilts her face up toward the elevated stage. HER face and expression: a voluptuous adult woman with long wine-red hair falling past her shoulders, violet eyes with dark eyeshadow, pointed elf ears, black choker, wearing the low-cut bodice of a form-fitting little black cocktail dress. One hand holds a glass of red wine, her other hand is raised toward the stage teasingly, fingers holding out a folded stack of dollar bills just out of Rain's reach, wicked smirk, half-lidded eyes savoring the show, fully composed and in control. All around her, the crowd of awestruck onlookers — men and women gawking with wide eyes and open mouths, hands raised waving dollar bills in typical strip club fashion, tips held up toward the stage, bathed in the colored club lighting.
Commenti