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[thefreak]

[ If someone were to tell Eddie a year ago that he would be standing outside a high class brothel in New York City dressed in the classiest of suits and mentally preparing himself to meet the so-called Sparkling Diamond in hopes that he would agree to be the voice and face of his new album, he would have laughed in their face. For one, Eddie definitely does not have the money with which to even afford a night with this guy, let alone a meeting, but thanks to a few well-meaning friends who were immediately swayed by his songwriting talents alone, they arranged this especially for Eddie ]

I look fucking ridiculous. [ He's muttering to nobody but himself at this point before he finally bites the bullet and enters. There's no cover charge, but there is a certain...expectation as far as the kind of clientele that this place attracts. Hence the getup.

Also because his aforementioned well-meaning friends may have only arranged this meeting by claiming that Eddie was the Duke, and so he has to look the part. Obviously.]

I'm gonna kill 'em, I swear. [ But it's time to be seated in his private booth, time for the show to begin, and Eddie honestly couldn't care less about this part. This place is far too fancy for what he's used to, and there's no way this Sparkling Diamond is as precious as everyone claims he is. But, if it means recording the album of his dreams? Then yeah, he'll bite the bullet for one night and play along. ]

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[ If someone were to tell Steve a year ago that he would be the star of a high-class brothel in New York City, dressed in a rhinestone-studded waistcoat and tight shorts but nothing else, anticipating a musical debut he'd dreamed of since he was young, he would have gotten on his knees and blown them then and there. Everything feels like a dream come true, not only catching the attention of so many customers that he could become known as the Sparkling Diamond, but the perks that came with such a title: choosing his customers, charging a lot for it, and using sex to network with powerful people from all walks of life. It was the perfect setup to meet the right people that could help him start a career to carry him beyond the age where he'd no longer be desirable purely because of his body.

Meeting with The Duke tonight was the culmination of all his work so far. The owner of a major record label, it was going to be essential to charm him into believing Steve could sell albums. There was a lot at risk when seducing someone so powerful, given he could literally make or break any hopes of a musical career for Steve. Normally, he didn't like the idea of an exclusive contract, but his body was the only thing he could lean a loan against until getting established in the industry. With so much riding on the evening, especially before he'd even found a writer to compose the actual album, Steve was ready to pull out all the stops in winning the heart and soul of the Duke.

Steve tries to calm his nerves before starting, knowing rationally that it's the same routine he does every Friday night, but the finale is what will really matter. All he has to do is sing and dance his heart out, shake his ample ass, and smile the whole time. Easy.

Buttoning up his waistcoat so it hugs his torso and putting on his hat, he gets in position for the start of the number. He'll have a costume change halfway through to a special outfit for the more demure act he'll have to play to really stroke the Duke's ego, but for now, he's in his element singing to an adoring crowd of men who have no idea their money is meaningless tonight. ]