In the backstreets of London, down a little street called Diagon Alley, there lived a colourful shop. Right down at the end, hidden between a junk shop and a disused clothing shop. This shop wasn't really a shop at all. In fact nobody is seen going into the 'shop' until late at night. When the drunks and the homeless walk the street and people only ventured out when really necessary. The sign above the darkened door flashed with large red letters, reading 'MK' within the shape of a pair of puckered lips. The windows were boarded up, the wood covered with posters plastered on it, introducing new and old exotic dancers, letting people know if work was available.
Behind the door however, was the most spectacular place in the United Kingdom. Deep red curtains fell, hiding things that people could only imagine. A space, big enough for a number of people lay between the door and the curtain, this is where David stands, telling people if they are able to enter or not. His large form meant for scaring and keeping people in line, it was nothing compared to the magic he was able to use with just a flick of his wand. He took the money from the men who came to watch his girls dance. His muscles ripple beneath the shirts he wears, a warning sign to the guys who attend, telling them he could and would kick their arse if he needed to. If they manage to get passed David, they are able to enter paradise. The room is the size of Hogwarts great hall. Past the curtains and to the right was a bar, big enough for somebody to happily dance upon with people still able to drink and enjoy. It was long enough to hold all kinds of alcohol, including some of the muggle drinks that people seem to like so much. When the place was really busy they were able to have numerous bartenders to keep the men hydrated.
Past the bar and covering a good half of the room was the stage. In a T shape so that the dancers were able to walk out into the crowd and receive their tips while staying on the stage. Above were masses of lighting, making it possible for hundreds of different colours and lighting arrangements to take place. On the stage stood three poles, one by the tip railing and two parallel to each other on the main stage. Hanging from the ceiling were folds of thick deep red curtains, much like the main one, however these were used as a backdrop as well as a separator. Between the bar and the stage were tables and chairs, scattered in groups or alone, depending on how they were left from the night before.
The customers were not allowed behind the curtain dividers. This area belonged strictly for staff and the dancers, the walls lined with dressers that sparkled with lights and glitter, mirrors above surrounded by lights so that make-up was able to be applied with decent light. Each dancer had their own space, a dresser to hold the masses of make-up and hair products that are used in one night. Behind each chair holds a rail for the skimpy clothes that each dancer wears for different sets. Beyond the dressers is a door the holds the staff room, a room with a desk for a laptop and a sofa, strictly used when David is interviewing or talking to his girls. There was also a bathroom in this room, only used by the dancers when really needed.
Merlin's Kisses is at least known by almost every magical man in the world and has been hold to most of them. This is where our story starts, one Monday afternoon the week after Hogwarts students were out for summer.