[ For Steve, this is a performance like any other. He always puts his heart and soul into each night's number not only because his livelihood depends on it, but because he loves it. He loves the cheers and applause and adoring shouts from the clubs patrons, and he loves to know that all eyes are on him as all mouths drool for him. It's empowering to have the choice of who will grace his bed each night, picked for their money or on some occasions their faces and bodies. Tonight is only different because Steve has picked his target well before getting into costume or fixing his hair. Tonight, he belongs to the Duke.
So Steve sings his heart out and dances his ass off, and as he's changing into the next outfit, he peeks out from his hiding spot to see Jeff give the single at a man around Steve's age with a beautiful head of brown curls. That's the Duke? For a moment, Steve can't believe his luck. To think that the rich and powerful studio executive could be someone young and handsome seems impossible, but Steve isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Burst back out into the spotlight wearing a baby blue lingerie number, he dances his way across the room toward the booth where the Duke sits waiting for him. If the gaping jaw is anything to go by, Steve believes he's already made a great impression. As the music winds down and the dance comes to a close, Steve leaps onto the table and drops to his knees in front of his honored guest. ] I believe you were expecting me?
no subject
So Steve sings his heart out and dances his ass off, and as he's changing into the next outfit, he peeks out from his hiding spot to see Jeff give the single at a man around Steve's age with a beautiful head of brown curls. That's the Duke? For a moment, Steve can't believe his luck. To think that the rich and powerful studio executive could be someone young and handsome seems impossible, but Steve isn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Burst back out into the spotlight wearing a baby blue lingerie number, he dances his way across the room toward the booth where the Duke sits waiting for him. If the gaping jaw is anything to go by, Steve believes he's already made a great impression. As the music winds down and the dance comes to a close, Steve leaps onto the table and drops to his knees in front of his honored guest. ] I believe you were expecting me?