Luo considered singing his sole escape from the aggravating tangle of problems known as life. With the way he lived, in spite of the strange feelings of bliss he derived from his life, it felt better to be standing upon the wide open space of a stage rather than the confines of someone's room.
Even with the slight dance moves he made across the stage to keep his body cool, his delicate skin still shone with sweat and made the tight blue dress wore cling to his arms and thighs. He tried not to pay attention to the buzzing sensations his long silvery hair and the dress molding his thin body spreading across his legs. Instead, Luo forced himself a smile and let the words of his latest song flow out from his lips, trying to ignore the blazing heat cast upon his skin.
People in the audience were cheering for him as he sang, clamoring so loudly that Luo almost had trouble hearing his own voice. Of course, this was all part of just another joke, he reminded himself. Once this song was over, he'd move on to the next person who was willing to give him a chance. After all, with charms like his, who would be able to refuse him? He made sure that his bright green gaze hovered upon some of the older men in the audience, trying to flash between cute and innocent to a much more sultry nature. Hopefully, at least one of said males would be courageous enough to approach him. He hated when they were too shy to walk over and pull him away.
One of the other things Luo despised was when they couldn't recognize what he was trying to convey towards them. He tried to pry underneath the surface and let these men know he could give them what they really wanted (Albeit his springing the joke of the midnight), soaking them in a deluge of poisonous spices to fulfill whatever he had inflamed within them. There wasn't anyone too old tonight, though. He tried to avoid those past forty or fifty, since he knew how they would greet him when they were finally alone and locked away.
He held the microphone centimeters away from his pale peach lips, mimicking a slight kiss. Hopefully at least someone out there in the audience would recognize what he was trying to convey and have their way with him later on. His lips opened and closed fluidly, flashing some pink tongue here and there to let those shy or cowardly enough to leave him behind know exactly what they would be missing out upon.
Finally, his performance was finished at last. He watched as the crowd cheered, blowing kisses haphazardly to no one in particular. It didn't matter after all, since once Luo was offstage he would be able to discard this idealized facade of his temporarily as he prepared for yet another night.