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[ll Agonia ll]

ℓair is a host lounge, that caters to the social dignitaries and politicians of the underworld. The massive hideaway is nestled within the crime riddled streets of the red light district. A unique history and the Gothic-like architecture, holding the building together, is what first lured the current owner's interest. It once stood as a Roman Catholic church but had been condemned due to lack of funding and a few scandalous lawsuits. The public backlash against his holiness and an acquired taste of sin closed the doors rather quickly. The religious beauty was literally left to rot in the progressive squalor of the surrounding city. Soon after, the Shikaku Corporation swooped in to purchase, renovate, and convert the property into a proprietorship. Location, Location, Location. . . Not only did this place have curb appeal but the property lot was built on the edge of an opposing corporation's territories. It was the perfect opportunity to extend the growing Shikaku district. This was now a freehold where the organization's president could rejuvenate himself after handling business and family affairs.

ฬhat was meant to be a get away, however, became a small business that soon catapulted into an illegal commerce. Not only could you buy a night away from reality, with one of the most desired hosts in all the city; but on the right night, corrupt politicians and influential faces could be spotted left and right. Of course they were participating in shady dealings. Dealings that the public probably rather remain in the shadow, and the authorities were paid to keep it there. This is a place were laws bent to the Owners will, or maybe I should say, he wrote his own commandments that not even the city's judicial system dare overrule.

รo, how was it that you came to be in this place of fabricated dreams? Well that could be easily explained. Maybe you are one of those shady but influential patrons, stopping by for an addicting dose of illusion? Or possibly one of the beautiful souls confined here to dispense pleasure and ease of mind? Like a bird in an extremely expensive cage, you may be. If neither of those circumstances fit your outcome; then most likely you are an employee that enables the facility to run smoothly. You work under the Owner's right hand man, Cassius. He is the manager, and rumored to be the owners own lover, whom is not to be touched. The men that make up this expensive harem are all hand picked by the president himself. Some have been head hunted from competing clubs while others purchased from black market gatherings. But most favorite of all, are those rare individuals that have been called in to work off debts owed to the Owner and/or the Shikaku family. No matter your circumstance, you are now a part of the LAIR.

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ђo? Look at that, sleepin' beauty has finally awoken. Come on now, watch your ********' language, do you kiss your mother with that mouth? The affects will wear off give it some time. Don't worry, it was just a harmless sedative. Hm? Where are you? Look around you my friend, I welcome you to the Red Light District. As to why you are here you should have a better understanding than you pretend not to. If you held more common sense in cause and effect or even the business aspect of supply and demand; maybe we could have bypassed this little meet and greet, eh?

ฬho am I? . . . Ha, must have knocked your skull a lil' too hard. I am the Presedent, Commander in Chief, Owner, you know the almighty "King" of LAIR. You are not important enough to be given a name to address me by. Just remember this mug of mine until I tell you to forget it. You have been selected from my long list of the oblivious, greedy, poor, or just plain good lookin' patrons that have been fortunate enough to do business with, or around, my Ahem family. In short, I'm the face of that friendly neighborhood Black Bank that was the only corporation kind enough to invest in you. . . Hm? . . . Heh, your expression is priceless. So you understand now? Surprise, I'm calling in your loan good lookin'. . . What's that? Can't afford it? Heh, that is no problem kid, why do you think you're here at my club? Lair, is a wonderful opportunity to reimburse my family's kindness.

σh yes, that is a tattoo around your wrist, do you like it? You have a problem with my sense of body art, eh? No need for the ugly words I didn't know about your phobia of snakes . . Tch, And I don't give a s**t either way. Don't let it get ya' down partner, that mark is only a means of insurance. We can't have the money grubbing hands of the underworld snatching ya' away, now can we? Oh, don't mind the heavy lookin' bracelets either they're just a little more incentive to stick around. What's that? Free will? Ha, you have a sense of humor too. I Hate to break it to ya' kid but freewill has never come "free" of charge. That is a privilege in this place and you earn privilege with impeccable behavior and performance. You are now a LAIR investment, and from this moment on will be MY merchandise.

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Starlight Escape

Located at the rooftop, this VIP room is reserved for the highest standing patrons
to spend quality time alone with their host of choice. The entire rooftop has been converted
into a dreamscape encased in glass. This delivers the ultimate experience of the heavens.



Night Lounge

The third level of the building.
This place is designed to house and showcase the hosts / escorts.
Group mingling and interaction is encouraged here.
Only the most trusted and highest valued Patron's will make it this far into the Lair.



Cocktail Lounge

Ajacent to the Night lounge.
It is located on the third level and this is where the Bar tenders will be found.
They serve and cater to the Patrons wishes, with chemistry and spirits.


Day Lounge

Where the Employees can hang when not working.
You will be spending most of the daylight hours here (if not sleeping.)
There is a quaint library and an exercise facility attached to this wing of the building.
Escorts will be found here.




Infirmary

Located ajacent to the day lounge.
This is a place to come in order to tend to any illness, ailment and/or injury.
The physician and his living quarters can be found here.






Bathing Facilities

The Lair is equipped with wonderful lavatory for both employee and patron use.
There are specially designed ones attached to VIP area's however.
These rooms are found all scattered about the building.




Kitchen

Equipped with a standard commercial kitchen large enough to supply a catered party.
It isn't too large however, this isn't a restaurant after all.
Culinary and cleaning staff will be found here.




Main Floor/Lobby

The first area one will see upon entering LAIR.
This area is heavily secured. A surveillance team
(made up as employees) make sure unwanted guests or kept from entering or escorted out
depending on circumstance.



Wine Cellar

Where a colossal accumulation of vintage wine is kept for cooling and preservation purposes.
It is located underground, and can be accessed from the Kitchen's pantry.
Bartenders and Culinary artists have access to this place.
Even the owner can reach it from his own office.


Serpent's Lair.

This is the area in which the escorts are to slumber. It is located below ground,
which may seem excessive, but not all that work at the club, are here by choice.
These inner sanctums, of the club, are highly guarded by Shikaku security.
This place lacks privacy, and the bathing facility is attached and communal.





Owners/Manager's Office

No Admittance allowed, unless you are summoned.
On the same level as the Serpents Lair, the Office is an underground chamber.
This is where Cassius and the owner can be found when not running the club at ground level.
There is a catacomb of corridors that can be accessed from this office.
These ancient labyrinths were once rumored to be an escape during an era long ago.
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Evation Corridor

The water way that flows under the club.
Almost all hidden corridors empty out at this point. This is not on the blue print.
This is where most of the private guests will enter and leave Lair, to avoid being spotted.
Used as safe and secure departure if anything unplanned were to happen.
Only accessible through the owners office

[ll Agonia ll]

Яυℓєs

No matter how many times you write this down, there will always be some ‘dip stick’ that can’t seem to comprehend.
Anyway, I Figured I should get the rules out of the way as soon as possible.
READ THEM
I will warn you only once before exiling you.

ⅠRespect :
I own this thread.
I expect there to be a polite duration of interaction between any and all Gaians, when located in or around The Lair.
No spamming or advertising
Rude, imprudent, or distasteful behavior, aimed at fellow Role-players, or myself, will not be tolerated.
We all have enough Drama to deal with while in the Real world,
check it at the door, before entering my realm of imagination please!
There are bound to be a few differences, between others
I only ask that we work them out in a calm and affective manner.
Treat others with respect and in a style that you insist they behave toward you.


ⅡPlaying a Kami (god):
There is only ONE Kami that resides in this shrine.
No other deities are welcomed here IF they wish to exploit their 'hand of god' in my prefecture.
In other words (No God Modding)
Your character/muse and yourself will be exiled if my well stated warning isn’t heeded.
If you find this unreasonable return to your own shrine, Kami!


Ⅲ Rating:
The rating of this role-play is PG-16.
This is a Yaoi Role-Play, there will be homosexual interaction.
If you are uncomfortable with that, then I suggest you hit that nifty little close button.
This is part of Gaia, therefore we operate under the standard TOS (Term of service) Agreement.
Various forms of violence and romance are allowed and even welcomed.
No cybering
Keep in mind, that too much of something can become poisonous to others as well as yourself.
If you become lost in your intoxication,
I will cut you off and dispose of your influence.
Time skips are there for a reason, befriend them please.
Don’t become an attention junkie or I will kick your habit cold turkey.


ⅣPosts:
① This is a Literate role play, therefore I will not consent to “text talk” in any way, shape, or form!
Please use complete clauses, correct spelling, legitimate punctuation, and proper grammar.
① I am not a word Nazi,
I only ask that you employ your brain, and that fang dangled spell checking device.
① At least one complete paragraph,minimum is expected.
(Yes five whole sentences at least.)
Which should be in third person perspective please.
① When your character is speaking they should use "quotations"
① When your character is in thought they should use Italics
① Pictures are required, and creative formatting is even more welcomed.
① Please refrain from using real life images (This is not the real world)
① Anime images are required.
① Try to post at least once a week/minimum.
I know we all have life responsibilities outside of role-play, but if you choose to enter my realm,
be respectable enough to respond or finish interacting with the people you have initiated contact with.
If you feel you can not do so, then please feel free to send me (ll Agonia ll) a message, on your characters behalf.
I am not a vengeful spirit and would like to know beforehand, if you will not be able to respond in
a timely fashion.
Try to remember to pace yourself, and make sure you read all posts so as not to overlook others.
Above all, take your time and have fun during your stay in LAIR

[ll Agonia ll]

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Mist / Heavy Rain
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Winter

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OPEN FOR BUSINESS
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Because I said so
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I wish it were still empty
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Keep it that way
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Keep it that way
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Keep it that way

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ฬith: By Himself maybe.
ｱlace: Lair Cathedral // Serpents Lair

In this hush atmosphere, the sounds of silence were deafening. So much so, the beat and coo of the disturbed doves were shattering to his ear. A sea of candle wicks slowly withered under amber waves of heat and trails of melting wax splattered the stone floor where his knees braced against. The substance cooled quickly into numerous shapes of divine white. Cassius could perceive each and every inch of his favorite room even when eyes remain behind tissue and silk of lids. Bent elbows rest across richly polished wood and the crystal of the man's rosary beads wove between thin fingers before cascaded down the pale forearms like clear water. His forehead was held to their cool surface, the sensation bringing Cassius more to a conscious state of perception.

No matter the length of time he set aside for quiet reflection the hints of sin, that surrounded this place, would creep in and taint the peace. "Amen." He stated quietly, his exotic accent slipping out while alone. The dark haired male opened his golden gaze slowly, allowing sight to glimpse the back lit stained glass where windows lay. The hue of the dying sunlight stabbed the glass and cast the entire cathedral in blood shade. He had quietly celebrated when Pollux had decided to restore this sacred room instead of renovating and remodeling the beauty into an everyday living space. How odd for a pantheon to be in the midst of a well disguised brothel.

"It is almost time." he realized when glance met the watch that held to his bony wrist. The face of number clutching arms had informed him that he would be opening Lair, in a couple hours. With that, he efficiently stood and smoothed over the fabric that had wrinkled from his previous position of worship. He would have to make sure the caged birds were ready to sing. A faint eye twitch reminded him of a particular individual that always had to be forcibly dragged from his sleeping quarters like an adolescent wishing not to attend school. "Kobayashi" Cassius rubbed the back of a sore neck, listening as the vertebrae popped into place. Maybe the male would be more accommodating today? His natural expression of cynicism contradicted Cassius's uncharacteristic thought of optimism. He had hoped that Fable, would show on time, like he usually did. The manager was not positive, but Pollux might be arriving today for a session of well deserved relaxation.

Deliberate steps echoed his movement toward the carved out exit point. Such large doors helped to cast out the scent of lust that lay beyond the opposite side of the pure threshold. This was the only place he could seek escape from Pollux and the industry of flesh that the owner loved bathing himself in. Such a heretical man, not to mention the entire clan that had given birth to four such men. He let a small smile show and pushed the doors open with nothing more than a stiffened finger tip. They lurched anciently, their weight dragging across stone and carpet. He wondered how many times these had been opened, just like this, during the darker ages of history.

During his descent downward, into the lower levels of the structure, he admired the art that brought the walls to life. Some of the most vibrant swirls of paint had no business in a place such as this. Cassius wondered if anyone, other than he, realized that the framed works were indeed genuine in existence. He pushed onward down the corridor that emptied into the belly of the beast. The slumbering chambers of where the escorts were assigned to sleep, well the ones lacking privilege anyway. Cassius wanted to verify that everyone had awoken, on time. The Serpent's Lair was expansive and cave-like in ambiance. With a worn exhale, he allotted plenty of time for his eyes to acclimate to the dimness and the soft glow of the alcove. "It is time to rise. . ." He said loud enough to create echo.

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x It was startling how easy it was to awaken from a peaceful slumber. Fable had half dreamed that he was at home, or perhaps, in the case where "home" was his old apartment, back before he had ever known this place existed. For fleeting seconds he imagined that his family were going to "swoop" down upon him for his fast approaching birthday, as they always had. With a shake of his head and a resigned sigh into the down of his pillow, he lifted the wild bed head covered cranium, popping the stressed muscles of neck before headache could become more than dull throbbing within skull. The male had little need to sleep with an excess of attire upon himself, since the heat of thermostat was usually regulated by the time he usually awoke. Sleeping during the daylight hours might not have seemed practical to most, but when you have to work from six at night to six in the morning - generic time frame, since they usually waxed or waned depending on the season - it was best to get as much sleep whenever the opportunity arose.

x Fable, like very, very few of the other "privileged" escorts, was allowed outside from that underground chamber of rooms and currently placed within the quarters of an apartment complex adjacent to the main building... although adjacent may not be the proper word. It was more along the lines of "as close to the main building without actually becoming an addition to the main building". The apartment offered him a large floor space that was perhaps originally a single cube, but it was now sectioned off into different rooms. A small kitchenette with stocked shelves and freezer box, a living room with bookshelves (he had requested books rather than electronics, and traded with one who preferred the loud buzzing screen) and a seating area, a compacted restroom, hallway, and quaint bedroom at the end. It was everything that provided necessity's wishes for him to live comfortably. Compared to what little the underground chamber had provided, he rather enjoyed this accommodation instead. He had never enjoyed communal bathing, where his left eye had been tightly closed, as though it were a safeguarded secret to be withheld from the other hosts.

x Stripping from what scant clothing he did have on, he pushed them into the hamper, already snagging a towel from the rack before introducing his cooled flesh to the overheated spray. Lather, rinse, repeat. Clean and smelling faintly of diluted violets, he wrapped the steam warmed towel around his waist, lifted brush to hair and began pulling through the damp strands. True, it was bad to do such a thing, as damp hair was liable to snap and be pulled out much easier when wet, having done it this way since childhood, his hair seemed to have little to no breakage in these later years. The flaxen locks were thick enough as it was, so a few lost strands pried from bristles and tossed into waist bin were of very little concern to him. Towel drying himself and his locks, he tossed the towel into hamper and began dressing for the day. Undergarment, slacks leading up to hug his waist, a single charcoal cashmere sweater to keep in whatever soaked warmth still lingered upon flesh, and a high collared, ebony overcoat embroidered with gold completed his outfit for tonight. Pausing to stare into the mirror, fingers flitted up to the bangs caressing the flesh of cheekbone accompanying left eye. Idly, he fingered them just before lifting them away.

x As always, the marked reminder of pale, sapphire blue pupil, and snowy off-white iris met his gaze. What used to be a beautiful azure eye resembling the framed one next to it, was now a tortured carcass of remembrance that surgery had erased all of the lines of injury from. He blinked when he realized he had been clenching his teeth hard enough to grind the edges of pearly whites, hardened glare focused in on that one location. Exhaling heavily, he allowed the wisps of building anger to flush out from his system along with his breath. Opening the lid of solution encased contact, he carefully tugged the thin film from its resting place, the fabricated false azure coating of contact being placed carefully against blind iris, years of practice already having finished the process before head had contorted all the way back. Blinking, he kept watch along the mirror to make sure it was in place before leaving the confines of restroom.

x "Making sure today isn't the one I decide to run off, Nigel?" Fable intoned quietly, closing the door to his apartment behind himself. Now, many people would have locked their doors after exiting, but this wasn't his home and the things located inside of it were not his, so it wasn't as though his things were going to be stolen if he didn't. As for who he was addressing, well the built, pale skinned male waiting for him outside of his home, of course. Just because he was privileged, didn't mean they allowed him to wander around without someone making sure they were "kept safe". Now, as for the interesting part; Nigel wasn't his name. In fact, Fable had very little to almost no inclination of what this person's name was, although he had seen the twitch of either amusement or frustration (he was leaning towards amusement) when he had referred to him as Ashley once before. It was a unisex name, after all, so there was no reason to automatically assume it to be referred to just a female.

x "Of course you are." He remarked, answering his own question as he started walking down the balcony hall and down the cemented staircase. Nigel followed two steps behind him, as always, and said not a word. He lived in the third room on the right side, second floor... it had been simple to remember just because the number of his little suite was "32" as well. Fable had always made polite conversation with Charlie (another name he had fondly called the Shikaku), but the male always stared at him with the same lax of expression in his golden gaze and only the occasional flare-ups that you had to be good at acting to uncover. Unfortunately for the male assigned to him, Fable had been acting for over a decade of his life, even though he had never had any formal acting studies or even aspired to attempt a "breaking-out" for some sort of job in that jurisdiction. Being paid to lie to people? He could do that just as easily where he was right now and he didn't have to wait endlessly for the next big thing this way.

x Sighing, Fable entered through the double doors, the haze of awakening clinging to the place like a thick sludge only just receding. "Good afternoon, Art, and Bart." He stated politely to the two guards alongside the staircase. Arthur and Bartholomew; they never spoke to him either, now that he thought about it. Just like poor Ricky trailing him, they must have taken a vow of silence as well. It just didn't make for very good conversations with Fable, you see, so he always made it a point to speak with them whenever he had gotten the chance to. He had been hoping to crack one of them with his naming them before he was released from contract, but sadly, it must not have meant to be. Following the staircase towards the host's main lounge floor, he glanced at the wall clock, rather satisfied that he was early today.

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If any of you ever see a random name in Fable's posts,
he's addressing the guards.
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running, running, running.

Through the darkness he ran nothing around him. Candles hung from nothingness in the air. They lit a path before him, a cobblestone road. Cobblestone road? Where was he to have a cobblestone road beneath his feet? He did not have the answer to that. He did not even know why he was running in the first place. But he continued to run. There had to be a way out… there had to be something he was missing! So he ran faster, and faster , and faster. Yet no end came into sight before him. All he could do was run and hope. But there seemed to be no escape. Nothing… and then laughter. There was laughing all around, faces in the darkness but no figures. What the hell?! The darkness began to come closer, engulfing the candles, turning everything truly black. He stopped and covered his ears, shut his eyes. This couldn’t be real…

Naoki gasped, awaking from his slumber. He was breathing heavily from his unsavory dream. ” 神々はそれを畜生！〜” He cursed in his native tongue before looking around him. He expected to see his own room with his own things. But of course what he found was not a surprise either. He was still hoping this whole mess was just a dream in and of itself. No… not a dream. A nightmare. He could never call this place a dream, not for him; to others, maybe. But for him it was like a living hell. This room was not his but someone else’s. It was designed to house pretty boys that were to basically be prostitutes with fancy names. No matter how to flipped the coin, it was tails on all sides. He looked around this room that was to be called his home. There were no windows. He was underground after all… but he had plenty of lamps in the slightly well decorated room. It looked like it was meant to be comfortable… like a boarding school. He had a single lamp in the room on at the moment. If he could have, he would have left the room lights on period but that was not an option. The room was shared. This room was meant for people to sleep comfortably. Hmph! What a joke.

Sighing, the male stood up and headed for the shared bathroom. Hmph. The more he thought about this place, the more pissed off he was. He needed to cool his head. The male stripped off all his clothes, turned on the shower – cold shower – and stepped in. It was the body’s natural response to inhale when introduced to very cold liquid. The water was freezing, good. What a strange man he was, liking cold showers. He took warm ones too but if he was going to feel good afterwards, the water had to be cold. That did not count if it was in the dead of winter and the room was cold. The orange-haired male’s thoughts were everywhere as he cleaned himself. Ten minutes later he was clean, feeling better than he had in a long time. Truth be told, today was a very bad day. Why was it a bad day? Well, he was certainly not going to step foot out of this room. It was not that he was not allowed to do so. It was that if he did, he was expected to do something quite disturbing. Of course, he was required to step out of the room period. Fat chance. He owed these people nothing.

The male had a pretty good idea why he was here. It was a very frustrating truth. The fact that he knew he would never go home again… was saddening. But that was beside the point. The male had only been here in this place for a few days. He had never served a patron and had been quick to inform the ‘manager’ that he had no skill in entertaining guests nor did he care to. Of course that was a futile effort in persuasion. He was given a course on how to be a ‘host’ for the past few days. Heh. Did that man really think that he would be a good little boy and play prostitute for them? If the job was so rewarding, why wasn’t he one of the ******** hosts?! "Mother was right... America is full of Arroganti bastardi.." Geez. Naoki sifted through the wardrobe that had been provided for him. It was not the style of clothing he normally wore at all… but he had to admit it made him look… nice. Which was likely what this place wanted. They wanted him to start working today too after all. Ha! They would have to literally drag him from this room.

He finished dressing and went back to sitting on his bed. It was true the shoes didn’t match the outfit very well but he preferred them in comparison to dress shoes. Hmph. The male grabbed one of the books he had stolen from the library and began to read, placing his glasses upon his face. Opening hours were almost upon them all. Well, it didn’t matter. The other hosts could have fun having sex with decrepit criminals, he wanted nothing to do with them. Not that all of the hosts had wanted to be there in the first place but… eh. It wasn’t exactly his problem. Naoki opened his book and began to read. There really wasn’t anything else for him to do other than that. Attempting to escape was futile… he had learned that already. Our race really is doomed. With people like this in the world… who needs nuclear warfare? Criminals can do just as much damage. he thought to himself. Maybe idealist could find a way out of this mess?

Hope was not something he was accustomed to feeling. Those poor saps. Over the last few days he had wished he had a sexually transmittable disease. He doubted anyone would want him then. He laughed at the thought. Right… what person in their right mind would want something like that? Apparently he was becoming rather desperate… wouldn’t you if you were locked in a building with strangers? Then again, if you were into such things… yea, something for another time.

What an interesting novel…

He completely disregarded Cassius' voice.


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