[littl3chocobo]

he would not have thought to give strippers the credit he now realized they deserved, parts of the pole were warm from being touched but other parts were frigid and he had the damnedest time running over the cold parts with his hands and thighs and that was just the prop, his shoes he realized were not meant to support so much moving and it felt strange to work at a slant though with all of the eyes trained solely on him he soon forgot about the cold pole and the awkward shoes and found himself thinking hard about pyce and how he'd much prefer him over the bit of floor-metal. finding his rhythm forgot he was only trying to get pyce's attention and soon the rub was not enough, unsticking from the pole he stared out over the darkened room until he found the other and kicking off his shoes as he went bore down until he had the dark man under him