[16:00]   Erin Keane It was a busy night on the station, same as usual. the big dome overhead, keeping the station's atmosphere in would tint, and darken to allow the majority of the workers some sort of ability to sleep. It was naturally a bit brighter than a terestrial 'night' though, especially with all the ambient lightting of the squares and streets stretching between habs and marketplaces. Myste would find herself in front of a rather impressive entertainment club, relatively speaking, as most that can be found, especially in this station are pretty hole in the wall. This one was 'nice' in comparison though, the entryway lined with big purple and pink neons. Inside would be a relatively dark foyer, with a bouncer that'd search for any weapons or anything of the sort, before she'd be spat out into a rather large room. It smelled sweet, and was latent with pheromones, both from all the customers and actually actively pumped into the room to 'set the mood'. Towards the back would be a large bar with all sorts of alcohol and other drinks, some lumniscent, some not. Servants would patrol about all the tables, offering drinks and... trying to get clients to head upstairs with them. Speaking of, in the quieter parts of the music playing overhead one could hear what sounded like a cacophony of muffled moans and other things seeping through the floor. In the center would be a little walkway, with a pole at the end , and a sign overhead that read "Next show: 5 minutes. Entertainer: Erin the bunny." murmurs could be heard about this person. People seemed to know who he was, and some of the comments heard would be a mix of adoration, disgust, and some curiousity as well.
[16:08]   Erin Keane: (you don't have to worry about length any, I'm just setting the scene QuQ
[16:10]   Myste: (Oh no, don't you worry none, length is never a problem for me. Just doing a little sprucing up around my area because I just stubbed my toe against a large plastic tub while stretching.)
[16:11]   Erin Keane: oof
[16:51]   Erin Keane: <3
[16:52]   Myste: Worry not, I am in the process of typing up my response! About halfway done now!
[16:52]   Myste: Super sorry 'bout the delay.
[16:56]   Myste: Quite the impressive building this club, Myste found herself mesmerized by the sheer size of it. This was her first time on a station hub dedicated primarily to entertainment and more... adulterous interests. Stepping inside of the club, the sound of it's music was one of the first things to really strike her. In some areas it's loud enough to beat against her skull with enough pulse to feel it in her body. And in others, it's quiet enough to actually be able to form your thoughts. The advances in technology have been spectacular for Myste to witness. Stepping her way through the main area, slipping past patron, table and server alike, Myste smiles to herself as she finds herself seated close to the stage, her eyes continuing to scan around the room to take in the sights, her lungs filling with that pheromone that is regularly dumped into the room, dizzying her senses slightly and giving her a general warmth to her body. She finds herself checking out a few of the servers, lazy grin spread over her lips as she stares over a few effeminate butts. Girlish males were some of her favorite partners to be with, their cuteness just never truly compared to any other, even actual females! Which is why when she sees that name ticking across the sign over the pole, her fingers cross subtly. She hopes that it's a boy, that's a fairly girly name after all! She needs some eye candy, that's the whole reason she came here!
[16:57]   Erin Keane: nono it's okayyyyy it just wasn't showing me that you were typin anything
[16:58]   Myste: Huh. Maybe it bugged out.
[17:12]   Erin Keane Myste would notice that several of the boys, and some of the girls would have various modifications, just... really little out of place things. Occassionally one would slip out an excessively long tongue, and others would have small things like overly large rumps, or oddly colored eyes, that sort of stuff. The clock would be... two minutes now... then one... Back behind the curtain Erin was shuffling, attempting to calm his nerves before the music would suddenly change tone, to something that'd announce to everyone that something were to be different. The curtains would draw open and standing there would be an entirely nude, khaki skinned boy. His hair was a solid white, with a portion of his bangs being highlighted black to contrast. He was lithe, and rather womanly but built, and short too, but, hanging between his legs was a massive semi-erect prick that knocked against his knees He'd have a thick golden band squeezing around its base. Other than that he'd have tight white leggings and some bridal gauntlets that would stretch up to his elbows. His stride was rather smooth and rehearsed, but he'd stop to lean down and gently run his fingers over one client's cheek, then down the road to tease his prick right inches from another's face. Erin would gather dollars here and there, which he'd tuck into his stocking, or a couple even up under the ring around his dick. He'd meet Myste's gaze, with a little wink, before he finally got to the pole, He'd press his own dick up against it, with a shiver, before he'd start his little routined dance.
[17:26]   Myste seems to shiver ever so slightly as their gazes meet, and she gets that little teasing wink. Needless to say, despite the rather grand difference in size between Erin's prick, and the average one, Myste sat to watch the act rather intently. A smile of intrigue was curled over her lips, and she rests her elbow on the table to watch as the semi-effeminate boy does his little routine. She's among the bunch throwing money on stage, though she doesn't quite get to the point of courage to actually walk up and tuck it into his clothes like some people do. One thing that Erin might notice, however, is that the woman's bills are... rather hefty. While everyone else was throwing up singles, fives, maybe tens... Myste was sending twenties and fifties with the same frequency, it was almost as if the woman was made out of credits. And, when you've been around for as long as Myste has been, it's really not that surprising. She's learned to play the market, she's got money to burn on frivolous things like this, especially if it meant that she got some eye, or even arm candy for the night. She was trying to keep her gaze chaste all throughout it, but... it's rather difficult to do when her current object of desire is packing a ramrod like that. Between it and the hefty balls he's packing, and the smell of his sweat when she leans closer? She's utterly infatuated with him.
[17:38]   Erin Keane he'd gently, and slowly squat down onto the stage, He'd collect all the bills being thown in due time, all the while working to tease close to one client, then another, giving out little smooches and teasing touches. He'd certainly notice Myste in particular putting out large bills, and so, with the next one she'd throw out, he'd catch, and would squat, right on the stage in front of her. His thighs would open, and he'd stuff the bill back in her hand, which he'd gently take, and slowly pull up. He'd set her hand right on his heafty, heated, moist nuts. She could feel it through the bill between their skin, and he'd coax her to slide it up into the ring all the while intently staring down at her.
[17:46]   Myste seemed taken aback as that bill was taken and returned to her hand, did they not accept currency this high? She was about to take it back, but she's quickly pulled forward and brought closer to the performer, eyes wide with splendor as she's just... so close to those spread legs. The smell was a lot thicker, more headier here, that natural aroma of boy that just made girls go crazy... despite Myste being powerful, she was honestly no different. She takes a lungful of it while she's this close, fingers tracing over the fat of the boy's nuts, the stiffness of his shaft, helping to coax that money into that cock ring with softly trembling fingers. Though what really gets her is the stare, her eyes scanning upwards to meet his... her body actually locks up. She just stands there, returning that stare for a short while before she gives the base of that hefty dick a squeeze, she kisses the air in front of it, and she returns to her seat with a satisfied look on her face. That same 'see me after class' expression you see in lustful older women.
[18:06]   Erin Keane's corner of his lips would curl up in a little bit of a smirk, and he'd slowly stand up, to continue his little bit for the night. It was just another ten minutes or so of him leisurely grinding, and dancing about the pole. He'd continue his bouts of teasing, and would occassionally  gaze over upon the woman, just for a few moments at a time. Eventually, he'd wave everyone off, and saunter back behind the curtain. The music would die down back to the drone heard before his show, and the sign would change. "Next show: 20 minutes, Entertainer: Raven" Not another five minutes after, Erin could be seen casually wading out amongst the tables. He was wearing a slick, white leotard, and a headband of bunny ears now. His massive rod was neatly tugged away. His kakhi fingers would brush up onto Myste's shoulder, and he'd gaze down at her, before leaning in and whispering in a rather soft tone. "Would you like to... head upstairs, perhaps?"
[18:22]   Myste lets out a pleased sigh as the music finally dies itself down, the throbbing in her temples easing ever so slightly. She likes the music here, but she thinks that her seat was in a zone just a smidgen too loud for her tastes. But it was well worth it for that moment she got to have with the boy on stage. An unforgettable moment she'd have to cherish forever... or maybe not? Five minutes into the ticker for the next show, he actually comes back to her, which gets quite the smile out of the mature woman. "I take it upstairs is where all of the magic happens?" She finally speaks her first words of the evening, hand reaching out to softly hold the boy's as she stands herself right up. Quite the tall mona she was for sure, with a winsome smile and a particular aura that could be... felt. It was chilly, but not in an unpleasant way. It was like constant feelings of refreshment. "Come, lead me to the rest of our night then, shall we? I will see to it that you are treated well."
[18:28]   Erin Keane he'd be caught gawking for a moment, caught off guard. The odd feeling, and the way she carried herself and spoke were just.. not what he usually got around here. Erin would nod his head a bit, before slowly, gently making his way with her back around behind the stage, and up a long set of stairs that were ambiently lit with more gently pulsing light bars along their sides. As they went up, the music would be more muffled, and quieter, though the moaning and movement could be heard through the walls now. He'd take her along through a dim hall, and would open a door with his name across it. It wasn't his actual room, obviously, but he thought of it more as a studio. Inside would be a nice shag carpet, a large four post bed with a canopy, covered in satin sheets in a burgundy print. The walls were lined with various toys, and restraints, and devices. He'd close the door behind them, then take a moment to look up at the other, his facial features barely able to be made out with the current ambience. "I could... dim the lights or make them brighter, your choice." he replies earnestly, with a bit of a nod.