Pairings: SS/HP, others will come as needed
Warnings: The usual – some language, maybe violence, and most definitely slash. It is also compliant up to the 5th book and then goes AU.

Summary: Sin's Playground is a high-end club that requires waiters to wear a mask and Transfigured horns and tail. Harry's horns and tail aren't just for show – it's a rare creature inheritance.

A/N: This chapter was edited with my beta reader NindroidDragonlord! Big thank you to her!

Chapter 1

Harry's hips swayed to the beat of the music as he held a tray full of drinks in his hands. He walked carefully around busy tables, slowing down when he felt wandering hands grope at his chest, butt, and arm. He even blew a kiss and a wink when one of the patrons cupped his crotch through the leather shorts he wore.

Each step he took radiated with confidence as he walked towards the back of the club. A flirtatious smile formed on his lips as he neared the designated table, his eyes sweeping and profiling his clients. As he approached, three of the five which occupied the table had an air of familiarity, and they continued their conversation with only a furtive glance at his person. The other two looked up and stared at him in curiosity. Harry slid down on one knee, lowered his head, and presented the tray of drinks to the table.

"May I serve you your drinks?" Harry purred, green eyes looking up through long lashes.

One of the new patrons sitting in between his friends nodded, his entire neck and chin wobbling from the exertion. His brown eyes held a sinister light to them that Harry did not like. He had had similar feelings towards previous patrons who did indeed have malicious intent, and he did not want any problems with this man in the future. Harry noted he would have to tell the club's resident bouncer, Cerberus, to keep an eye on the man for the rest of the night.

A quick hand gesture from one of the patrons who knew the club's etiquette made Harry smile in response. He rose effortlessly from the floor, bringing his tray to rest on his forearm. He started off by grabbing the rightmost drink, a blue cocktail with lime, and arranging the drinks in front of the person who ordered it, the glasses silent as they connected to the table. By the time the third drink was placed, a hand had wound its way to Harry's backside and was kneading his butt in appreciation. Once he finished setting the drinks, he smiled at the bold new patron before turning his head to the others.

"Is there anything else this Sin may do for you?" Harry addressed the table, his hip pushing against the hand, acknowledging its presence on his body. The entire table except for the one rubbing him either shook their heads or voiced contentment over their drink. Satisfied his table was looked after, Harry glanced back at the perverted man.

"Well, since you are new to here," Harry hummed, "I guess I'll give you a taste of Sin."

He moved closer to the man, his shins brushing against rough denim material, a rather atypical fabric for a Wizarding club. Upon closer inspection, the stranger was quite handsome in a conventional way, his bone structure strong and cheeks filled out. This man was definitely, at the minimum, a one-night stand waiting, but Harry knew better than to pursue anyone. The personalities this club attracted, especially when it came to the regulars, were the types who had problems, and the customers with problems were often trouble - at least from what Harry heard his co-workers discuss from time to time.

The hand, having got its fill of his butt cheeks, traveled up towards his lower back, only to pause when it touched something protruding over the back of his leather shorts. He sensed the curiosity from the man as he stroked it lightly and tentatively with his fingers, so Harry placed his tray on the table.

He leaned over the auburn haired male and swiped a tongue over chapped lips. The man groaned on contact, opening his lips for Harry. He plunged his tongue into the man's mouth, the muscle grazing teeth before battling against the man's own tongue. Once the man stopped the contest, Harry took over the kiss, and a heavy groan emitted from the man.

Drawing some distance away, Harry smirked as he surveyed the man's expression and was satisfied by what he saw. The man looked quite ravished with his eyes closed and his chest heaving. There was even some saliva dribbling out the corner of his mouth.

Once the patron's eyes opened, Harry took the hand which gripped his butt as they kissed, and he brought the fingers near his mouth. He stared into the man's eyes before he licked the tip of the man's index finger, drawing it in with a sensual nip of his lips. The man moaned as Harry lead the man's middle finger into his mouth by running his tongue up to the last knuckle and curling back up at the tip. He sucked on both fingers, rolling them between his tongue, tasting an odd combination of dirt and garbage on the man's skin.

Pleased the fingers were coated enough by his careful ministrations, Harry took the trembling hand out of his mouth and placed it on the small of his back. The man's fingers touched the appendage that continued the line down his spinal cord and out his tail bone.

Harry ran his free hand through the red head's coarse hair before he traced the flesh underneath the man's eye with the pad of his thumb. He stroked the man's face and ear as he dragged his hand back behind the man's head, bending over and kissing the group of freckles dotting the patron's nose. He rubbed the fine hairs at the base of the neck when the man bent his head up to look at him, his lustful eyes begging for more.

A smirk formed on Harry's face as he glanced down at the very noticeable bulge in the man's trousers. He tilted his face to the side and nibbled on the man's ear, his tongue and teeth tugging and rotating the hoops within the man's gauge. As he led the fingers on his lower back to stroke along the base of his tail, he dragged the hand resting on the man's neck down. His skillful fingers tweaked a hardened nipple through the shirt's material along the way as the hand traveled. Once he reached his destination, he stroked the length of the man's cock through his jeans, watching as the man twitched at the touch. Harry ran a fingernail in circles around a stain soaked through the rough fabric, alternating hard and soft pressure, causing the man to twist and spasm in his chair.

As the hand on his back ran its course without guidance all the way down his tail to the end where it tapered into an arrowhead, Harry released the hoops he played with before moaning in the back of his throat. He curled his thin appendage over the man's hand, the pointed end resting on the back of the wrist, unwilling to let the hand go.

"Oh, God!" Harry exhaled, puffs of air hitting the man's ear from the stimulation, "How did you know my tail is sensitive?" The man groaned in response, and Harry leaned to initiate another make-out session with him, his hand still teasing the erection underneath his fingers.

Suddenly, Harry palmed the hard erection, and the man shuddered, his orgasm rolling in waves as the man's hand clenched tight around his tail. The cocktail drink the man held in his other hand trembled on the table from the pressure applied, sloshing blue liquid onto the table. The cleaning charm embedded into the club's tables automatically Vanished the soaking liquor from existence as Harry withdrew from the man, a small, sated smile on his lips. He glanced through half hooded eyes at the rest of the table's occupants, content when he saw each one had his prick out, hands stroking furiously to completion at the sight they had witnessed.

"Mm," Harry said, licking his lips, "I would love to stick around and help out each one of you guys, but I'm afraid I'm still on shift."

Harry saw some of the desire in the other patrons' eyes die down, but they continued their jerking regardless, too focused on themselves. He leaned over and unfurled his tail from the auburn haired man's tight grip, letting it tumble and brush against the club's floor. He grabbed his tray from the table, bowed his head, and lowered his eyes.

"Welcome to the club, guys," Harry whispered before straightening.

He threw a parting wink before he strutted off towards the bar near the middle of the club, his hips and tail attractively swaying in opposite directions. His hand traced the borders of the black half mask he always wore when working, feeling the soft feathers and beads spilling over the edge. Pleased the mask had not moved an inch while he was entertaining someone, he pushed away a lock of hair from his eyes, smiling when he grazed his horns protruding from his temples. Even though he could not see them, Harry knew they added another layer to his sensuality he had at the club.

As Harry reached the bar, he watched the sole bartender, Thanatos, look up and stop cleaning the granite counter with a white washcloth. Thanatos beamed and wolf whistled at him.

"Damn, I saw what you did there, Lust!" Thanatos exclaimed, "Not even ten minutes passed, and you had the entire table and a few next over panting and hard after your little show!"

"It's what I do!" Harry laughed as he bent over the bar, "You can't blame me for doing my job."

Harry rested his forearms near the edges of the counter top and fluttered his eyelashes up at the bartender. Thanatos scoffed and shook his head in amusement at Harry's antics. With a halfhearted swat towards Harry's way, the bartender snatched the magical rag off the granite and grabbed a dirty tumbler.

"Ah, yes, but I heard our Mistress Hades was thinking about adding onto your job description soon. I wonder what–," Thanatos stopped mid-sentence, his hand pausing inside the glass. In a soft, mystified voice, he looked over at Harry and stated more than asked, "Your birthday is tomorrow, isn't it?"

Harry avoided Thanatos' gaze and nodded, his eyes watching his index finger outline a pattern on the marble surface. It was well-known around the staff members that Harry was fifteen even though he was hired specifically for the summer. He often got teased about his short stature and age, especially from the other Sins, but his talent at seduction was the best the Sins had ever seen. Harry did not think he deserved the high praises, as he knew his talent came from his recent inheritance.

It was common knowledge many wizards came into their inheritance on his or her sixteenth birthday. Harry's inheritance, however, came soon after he settled into Grimmauld Place once he left Hogwarts for the summer. After Sirius had gone through the veil at the Department of Ministry, Harry had been willed his house and everything inside, including the house-elf, Kreacher. He was surprised when he later saw the long list of properties and estates passed onto him, not even sure if Sirius himself knew all about the Black family's enormous wealth.

Although Harry was saddened when he reminisced about his godfather, he thought Sirius would not want him to dwell too much on his death. Besides, he was sure Sirius would have approved of throwing away any of his family's precious heirlooms. Harry could even see Sirius joining in and binning the dark items in a one-on-one Beater match with him just to spite his family.

One morning after one of these cleaning nights in the attic, Harry woke up the next day to his body feeling like it had been pricked with a thousand pins. He stripped from his sleeping clothes after he jumped out from the bed and stepping on something which made the base of his spine scream in agony. He fell face first onto the carpet, arms entangled within the shirt he was in the process of taking off. He threw the shirt away from him before he got up, cursing over the situation. He shimmied out of his boxers before he ran into the bathroom and stood in front of the full-length mirror, his jaw dropping at the reflection.

What he saw in the mirror was definitely not what he saw last night before going to bed.

For one thing, he had a sleek black tail connected to the base of his spine, its length causing the end to brush against the floor boards. He also had two-inch onyx horns hugging his scalp, the tips peeking out past his unruly hair. His body, which used to be marred from the grueling years of Quidditch games and practices, had no scars left to show for it. His lean musculature seemed more pronounced, the muscles more defined and fuller. His skin was still fair, although the unearthly shimmer on the surface could have been a trick of light. To Harry's disappointment, he was still a short five foot six.

It was not until Harry rubbed his eyes in exasperation to the overnight changes did he realize he had been looking at himself with full clarity. He gaped when he could see a dust mote float past his face and settle on top of the mirror next to the other dust particles. It was like a whole new world opened up to him at this sudden revelation, details which he missed out on when wearing glasses.

All in all, Harry thought he looked like a demon he had seen in picture books his cousin Dudley had been given as a kid growing up. The changes could have been worse, and Harry was actually quite chuffed with his appearance, even though his tail was something he had to get used to. Either way, he instantly penned Hermione a letter on his new predicament, describing all the changes to his body the best he could and his excitement over not needing glasses anymore. He did not expect any quick responses since he knew Hermione would be busy traveling around the world with her parents for the summer, but he could not help the anxiousness he had while waiting for her reply.

A couple days after the change, Harry had finished cleaning the house from top to bottom. He found himself slowly going mental trying to find something to do. There were only so many things he could do in the house before it became repetitive, and there was a limit to the amount of letters he could write before he had to wait for his friends to reply. He even picked up drawing, as horrible as he was, in his spare time, but quickly found he could not sketch for hours on end before wanting to do something else. It was not until he saw a job opportunity posted on the back of The Daily Prophet with the tiniest of fonts did he find something to occupy his time.

It was a vague listing which called for any men who wished to try out as a dancer to wear a mask with Transfigured horns and tail to the audition, with an added line of what to wear and the Floo address. He thought the job was absolutely perfect for him. Even more so when he arrived and saw the other contestants also dressed as scantily clad as him, hoping for the job opportunity. He could not help but let his eyes admire the angular slopes of the various men's bodies as he waited for his turn to try out, affirming that yes, he did appreciate male bodies. He did, however, feel quite self-conscious when his number was called before he breathed out, and he danced in front of watchful eyes.

Hades, the only name pinned to the owner of the club, had been rather peculiar. She had not asked anyone who tried out for their identification, nor did she ask to see anyone's face. In fact, she even had an active spell which kicked men out from the audition room when they took off their mask for whatever purpose. All she wanted to see was pure talent alone, and when Harry finished his dance, it came as a complete surprise when she hired him on the spot. She handed him the black extravagant mask that he currently wears and told him in the club, his name would be only Lust.

Nevertheless, when Hades heard Harry had been a minor, she shrugged and told him he would be a waiter. He could entertain his customers on the floor whichever way he wanted so long as he did not do anything too explicit until his sixteenth birthday came around. She made sure Harry followed her rules through the other members of the club, and Cerberus had been there to back him up should there be any unwanted advances.

"Right, so, table eleven as soon as I finish this blasted drink," Thanatos grumbled as he roughly placed a finished drink onto the tray next to the other finished glasses, the lemon twist garnish almost splashing out from its glass.

Harry heard grumbling that clued into why his fellow co-worker was agitated. It had not been due to him, but of the frequency he had to make Mojitos now that it's summertime. He knew the bartender hated making them with a passion, and it was no secret to all the other Sins that Thanatos would hide the package of spearmints needed to make the drink when the club was at its busiest. When Harry asked why Thanatos refused to use magic to make his job easier, the man looked at him as though he said something scandalous.

Apparently, the bartender attended a Muggle university where he took mixology classes years ago, and he worked at a Muggle establishment for a while before it closed down. Now that he had found employment within a Wizarding club, the majority of the manual labor and waiting times were thrown out the window especially during the club's peak hours. Still, he said, making and mixing drinks the Muggle way was not only flashy, but it was also a comfort to him even though he would never object to using magic on trivial things such as putting salt or sugar on glass rims.

As Harry watched Thanatos adjust his simple gray mask with the back of his wrist before he gathered some ingredients in front of him, he wondered what the man looked like underneath his mask. He knew the question had been prohibited from the club, but Harry could not help but to speculate.

From what Harry could see, his fellow co-worker seemed quite fetching. He had ruffled sandy colored hair, the length not long enough to touch his shoulders. His hazel eyes contrasted well with the simplicity of his mask, and the bottom half of his face seemed attractive even with a permanent chin dimple. Although he did not have any extra features which augmented his physical features like the Sins did, his daily outfit as a bartender was impeccable. He wore a gray bistro apron and a black waistcoat with a patterned back, layered over a white button-up that accented his skin wonderfully.

"All right, I just need to mix this baby up, and then you can go," muttered Thanatos.

Harry nodded, even though Thanatos stopped paying attention to him and was focused on his work. Thanatos stirred the Mojito with a mixing spoon so the sugar dissolved and the spearmints were suspended near the top of the drink. Then he grabbed a slice of lime and a sprig of mint to garnish the top of the tall, clear glass. Satisfied with the presentation of the drink, the bartender plopped a bright red straw into the glass and placed the finished drink on the tray. As soon as the glass made contact, a piece of paper popped into existence on the counter.

Thanatos picked it up and cursed, "Damn it, table five is asking for all Mojitos!"

The bartender sighed, and he pushed the tray full of drinks closer to Harry. He grabbed a new tray underneath the bar and set it on the counter.

"Off you go now, Lust. I can't keep you all to myself, or else our customers will start a riot," Thanatos said. He started chuckling at the idea before giving a tiny wave of his hand. Thanatos dismissed Harry and grabbed his wand from one of his apron's pockets, first tapping on the new tray before pointing at the silver muddler to start.

Harry slid the tray off the granite, and he started off towards table eleven, a seductive smile already sliding onto his face. His keen eyes sought out Cerberus's gray dog skull mask hidden in the shadows before noticing an attractive young man which sat at his designated table. Harry licked his lips in anticipation. Alerting Cerberus of the shady man at table twenty would have to wait, he had a customer he needed to entertain.

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"Lusty baby!"

Harry stopped sucking and nibbling on the earlobe in front of him when he heard Hades' voice call out to him from the side. His hips were held in an iron-like grip, never slowing in its rhythm. His hands moved to rest against a warm chest, lightly teasing both nipples through the fabric as he looked over at the club owner. The man growled and forced Harry to grind harder for a moment on his lap once he realized Harry stopped lavishing attention on his ear, too focused on his steadily rising orgasm.

Hades made a small gesture with one of her hands as she leaned against one of the many tall white Roman columns lining the interior of the club, watching as Harry straddled and humped the man underneath.

Harry recognized the signal and focused back on the male underneath him. The man moaned as Harry shifted his body, bringing himself closer to his client. Harry's arms moved up to rest on his shoulders, hands linking together by the wrist behind purple hair. He started to canter his hips and grind his butt against the man's cock more vigorously than before, the slow, steady rhythm they had built broken as they progressed into a much faster pace.

He ran his tongue up the man's neck, sucking at a tender spot he had found earlier. Harry gave a low moan when one of the hands on his hip grabbed his butt, the large hand helping him rut against the hard erection, bringing the man closer to ecstasy. With a harsh nip underneath the man's jaw, the man cried out hoarsely as he came all over the inside of his dress robes. Harry relished in the man's afterglow, grinning as he untangled his arms and got off the man's lap.

"I would love to continue this," Harry said, dragging out the last word, "but business calls."

He licked the cheek of the dazed man before winking at the other person who shared the table with the man he just made orgasm. The patron smirked, his eyes never leaving Harry as he withdrew a few galleons from inside his robe pocket and slid them on top the table. He was not fazed when the galleons slowly sank into the table, grabbing his glass of alcohol and taking a sip from it. Harry bent down to give a peck on the contributor's cheek before he whispered, "Thanks, love. Be sure to tell your friend happy birthday for me, hm?"

Harry grabbed his tray off the table and walked towards the column where Hades stood, his tail lifting to stroke teasingly at a hand that failed to grab his butt when he walked by. Once he approached the club owner, he bowed at his waist while scraping his foot. He grabbed her palm and kissed the back of it, his eyes shining as he smiled in greeting.

Hades laughed and touched the hand to her chest, "Oh, Lusty baby. You had me charmed since the day you auditioned. You don't need to work your lovely seductive magic on me. Use it on someone else worthy to you."

The owner took her wand from an inner pocket of her dress sleeve and levitated the tray away from his hands. She flicked her wand towards the area where the club's bar was stationed, and she watched with a disinterested eye as the tray floated over to where she knew Thanatos would put it to good use.

"Anyways, you may take the rest of the night off. I want you in your best condition tomorrow for the stage; you belong with the rest of the Sins," Hades said as she tapped her wand absentmindedly against her chin. "Oh, and before I forget, the limitations I put on you are off as soon as you walk in tomorrow. Do with it as you like. How does that sound, hon? I know you've been watching the other Sins as they work." She tilted her head and winked at Harry, her midnight blue ringlets bouncing against her shoulder.

"Thank you, Mistress Hades," Harry said, giving a small smile at her last statement.

He learned many of his moves by watching his co-workers and customers as they let loose in the club. There were many male bodies engaged in various displays of erotica everywhere: on the tables, on the walls, and even the dance floor. There was enough sex in the club to still make Harry's entire face heat up and avert his gaze every night he worked there.

Hades' bright painted lips curved upwards at the youngest Sin as she looked at him, her blue monocle-like mask doing nothing to hide her beauty despite her eyes showing her true age. She waved her wand in the air briefly, a countdown shimmering in the air before she dismissed it.

"Envy is on in fifteen, hon. You can watch how he works the stage," Hades said, before making a sound with her tongue as she reconsidered her words, "or not."

She ran her eyes up and down the length of Harry's body rather slowly, making Harry flush, as she said, "Goodness knows how you're a natural at seduction."

Before Harry could respond, Hades turned on her heel and walked towards the wall. She waved goodbye at Harry with a smile before she took her wand and tapped it against a hidden door leading backstage.

Harry avoided his horns as he ran a hand through his hair, watching as the door shut behind the club owner, the edges blending seamlessly into the club's patterned walls. Although Hades gave him an option, he knew he wanted to watch his co-worker's performance. Envy was not the best by far at dancing, but he was enthusiastic about it whenever he did. Envy always wore the flashiest and glitziest costumes while performing, and his shows were always entertaining to watch. Just a couple of days ago, he had live fish swimming around in his platform pumps. Besides, Harry was sure he could pick up on some last minute tips for his show tomorrow.

Imagining the costume and props Envy would come up with for his oncoming show, Harry sauntered off towards the bar, his dark tail sweeping against the floor. As he walked past tables, he could not help but to bend down every once in a while to give a quick peck on a cheek, or initiate a brief kiss in approval when hands groped at his butt. Even though Harry was off duty, he could not help himself; the attention he had in the club was intoxicating.

When he approached the bar, the bartender had both his hands out, his wand hand waving in quick distinctive movements, while his other hand did the same, but in the opposite direction, as tumblers were washed, ingredients were muddled, and drinks mixed at the same time. Harry peeked around the bar to see the box of fresh spearmints concealed underneath another box of ingredients Thanatos used in his drinks. His snort of laughter alerted the bartender he had an audience, and he slowed his hands to cast a quick glare at Harry before picking up the pace again.

Harry bit his lip, stifling his laugh, as he said, "I'm sorry, but you looked like a conductor, orchestrating a symphony or something. I would like to help, but you seem to have this down."

"Damn right I got this! I'll be the laughing stock from my university if I can't handle it," Thanatos grumbled, looking affronted as he concentrated on his wand waving, "Tomorrow should be worse with it being the weekend and all."

Once the drinks were done, they flew and centered themselves on top the numerous trays lining the counter with a small number hovering above to dictate the table.

"Pardon, Lust," a deep, husky voice said.

Someone's chest pressed against Harry's back before he could react, pushing him into the bar. He watched as a dark hand come from behind and grabbed a tray in front him, passing it backward out of his vision. He spun around and looked up to see a beaming face from under a purple mask.

"Oh, Sloth!" Harry exclaimed, smiling as he looked up at Sloth and gave him a quick hug around his chest, "You and Pride did great earlier!"

"Merci l'amour," Sloth purred, chuckling as he returned Harry's hug with one arm and patting him on the cheek.

A snort followed by a voice behind Sloth said, "Thanks, short stuff."

Harry lightly pushed Sloth's broad chest, and Sloth stepped back for Harry to walk up to Pride. Harry waited for him to place the tray he received from Sloth down before he gave him a hug.

The Sin scoffed at Harry, frowning at Harry with his aristocratic face before melting into the embrace. He pulled away fast, looking around to ensure patrons did not see the man known for his cold demeanor show affection. Satisfied no one had been paying attention, he grabbed the tray off the table. He stalked up to the bar, and he snatched another tray from the counter, balancing the trays on his forearms.

"Hurry up! I got shit to do," Pride grumbled, snapping at Sloth as he started off towards the side of the club.

Sloth snickered out loud at Pride's behavior, but complied as he grabbed the last two trays on the bar. He double checked the floating numbers before they simmered away and went on his way.

Harry waved after them as they left, knowing they were not going through their usual gimmick of presenting the drinks to the patrons. Most, if not all of the patrons' attention would be on the stage, and no one wanted to kneel on the floor for too long despite the Cushioning charm cast on the floor.

Thanatos breathed a sigh of relief as the drinks left the bar. He sat down on a stool behind the bar, his body slumping in relief. He placed his wand next to the speed rails and leaned over the counter, his thumb and index finger rubbing at his eyes through the mask. He peeked at Harry, his eyes watering from the irritation.

"So, what are you doing skiving off when Envy's show is about to start?" Thanatos asked.

"Mistress Hades gave me the rest of the night off to watch how he dances."

"Oh. Well, grab my seat then. Believe it or not, the bar has a pretty decent view of the stage," Thanatos said, jumping off his chair as he grabbed his wand. He transfigured an empty glass into a stool before plopping on it.

Harry smiled at the bartender as he rounded the bar and sat on the stool. His eyes automatically drifted over to the stage when the lights within the club dimmed. He watched with amusement as the customers who were not at their table rushed to their seats. Those who did not want to stay at their table, or came only for the show, were crowded around the raised platform, joining the crowd around the main area where the pole was centered at.

Soon enough, the club's music transitioned into an exciting drum roll. Harry watched as the multiple spotlights spinning in frantic circles around the stage suddenly stopped and flooded the entire stage with light. Two magnificent blue and green peacocks strutted out simultaneously from the sides of the curtain and towards the middle of the stage. They opened their beaks and screeched until the stage exploded into a series of multicolored fireworks, smoke covering the stage. Through Harry's acute eyesight, he saw the two peacocks morph together to form a figure hidden behind the cloud of dust.

Slowly but surely, the person swaggered through the smoke, the vapors parting way. The audience erupted into a frenzy of cheers and calls when the six foot two olive-skinned man became visible, the outfit he wore tonight a definite hit with every man watching. Envy wore a beautiful peacock headdress formed by the tail feathers of the male peafowl which accented his matching green mask. He had a gigantic boa scarf wrapped around his shoulders, slightly covering the intricate black, blue, and green leather blouse he wore that flowed down into a long loincloth brushing against the heels he wore. It looked almost like a dress, except there was nothing that covered his backside - at least not from where Harry could see when he spun around in a circle with his arms wide.

He observed as Envy began to snap his fingers and hips exaggeratedly to one side as the music began before starting to dance. His dramatic movements were quite fun to watch, and the audience seemed to soak it up. Especially when Envy leaned against the pole while lifting the loincloth up a little for the men to take a glance at what was underneath.

As much as Harry would like to have continued watching the dark haired man move rhythmically and sensually to the music, he kept a closer eye on the crowd in front of the stage, taking note on what made men writhe and moan uncomfortably on the floor; what made them rut furiously against the nearest object, or person as their trousers restrained them, or what made them palm and stroke themselves as they kept their rapt attention solely on Envy's performance.

Once he heard Thanatos' hysterical clapping and hooting in his ear, Harry realized the show was over. He glanced over at the stage and saw various bags filled with money hit the stage before sinking into the platform. Envy flushed from dancing, leaned down to stroke at all the audience's faces he could reach with a finger before he grabbed his headdress taken off during the performance and left the stage through the curtains.

Harry started to think about his first debut, conjuring up images of what he could do on the pole. He shook his head after a moment, intending to wing his performance like he did with his patrons.

All he knew was that he could not wait for tomorrow.