Tamaki knew the host club was the most brilliant idea he would ever have, mostly in part due to his ability to surround himself with beautiful girls. Girls all day, every day, all wanting kisses and cuddles and some even willing to trade their most precious gifts for the most forbidden of pleasures. Tamaki was more than happy to oblige. Just because he'd had a childhood devoid of human attachment didn't mean others needed to live out that same fate.
"Come, my lovelies!" he called merrily, throwing his arms wide in a welcoming gesture. "The Host Club's King hasn't had nearly enough attention today!" A tsunami of squealing girls bore down upon him, and instead of drowning like a lesser man would, Tamaki shined brighter with every longing gaze sent his way.
He noticed a girl wilting in the corner, far away from the throng surrounding him at the moment. He swept his luxurious blonde locks over his ears and sauntered toward the lone girl.
"Hello, my darling! What are you doing over here all by yourself?" Tamaki came closer, taking her chin in his hand and giving her cheek a soft pinch.
"I thought you told me I was the only one who held your heart, Tamaki-sama!" She was just barely staying on the precipice of not bawling her eyes out, and Tamaki didn't let her discomfort faze him.
"Princess, don't be like that. Besides, God made me this way so everyone could indulge in my beauty, as many as possible!" That broke the dam holding her tears back, and she ran from the room, sobbing all the way.
"No matter! Come, my lovelies, let us explore each other's beauty!" A frenzied, harmonious shriek rang out through the crowd.
Across the room, the twins rolled their eyes. Their king certainly got the majority of the customers, yes, but everyone in the club was beautiful, not just the half-blooded idiot.