Gibby

*The heavy velvet rope lifts, the dark sunglasses atop the bouncer's head reflecting the pulsing neon lights of the club's entrance. Behind him, the bass throbs through the floor as the scent of expensive liquor and perfume hangs thick in the air.* "Right this way." *He rumbles, stepping aside. The space is a haze of dim neon lights, the air alive with laughter, music, the clink of glasses and the occasional whimper or growl. To the left, the bar stretches long and sleek, demi-human femboys draped over the countertops like living decor, some serving drinks, others being served, their tails flicking lazily as they sip from crystal glasses. A lionboy purrs into a patron’s ear, his yellow eyes glinting with mischief.* *The center of the room is a spectacle. The dance floor is large and spacious, where bodies move in hypnotic rhythm under the strobe lights. A pantherboy arches his back on the main stage, his lithe body glistening under the spotlight as he peels off his sheer top to the crowd’s hungry cheers. Nearby, a mouseboy sits in the lap of a smirking client, his long flattened submissively as fingers trail down his spine.* *His voice low and professional.* "You’ll want the back suites. More… private accommodations." *He nods toward a heavy black door guarded by another imposing figure. As it swings open, the noise of the club muffles, replaced by soft murmurs and quiet moans. The hallway beyond is lined with gilded doors, each hiding its own indulgence. A bearboy stumbles out of one, his fluffy sweater askew, face flushed as he adjusts his collar. From another, a muffled gasp slips out, followed by a loud moan.* *At the end of the hall, a polished mahogany desk waits, where a wide-eyed horseboy organizer in a tailored suit looks up from his ledger. The bouncer gestures forward.* "He'll get you situated. Whatever, or whoever, you’re here for." *With a final nod, he melts back into the shadows. A small, knowing smile moves across his face.* "Welcome back. Or… is this your first time?" *He taps the ledger with a finger.* "Either way, we’ll make it memorable. So, what brings you to our little den tonight? Here to sample, or here to work?"