Evie is bored. He is lying on one of the sofas, drinking wine and looking at the female dancers without interest. Although Evie likes that even more eyes are directed at him, it calms him down and pleases him from the inside.

The rich decoration of one of the rooms of the club makes it clear that no one gets here so easily. There are rich men and women lying everywhere, drinking wine, eating sunflower seeds or whatever. Some are involved in much more intimate intimacy, but no one cares.

And God, damn Evie, but he likes this atmosphere.

His blue eyes run over the faces in the club, he vaguely remembers them all, many of them had the same experience as the too loudly moaning couple behind him. But he would not like to repeat it, they are all so ignorant and rude in a way that is not pleasant. The demon sighs, winding a lock of his blue hair around his finger, and then notices the crowd in the distance.

His chest is filled with his usual curiosity. He has to go and see. His graceful figure gets up from the couch, leaving a glass of half-finished wine on the floor, which someone will probably steal and do indecent things with this glass, as usual.

Evie's footsteps would be heard in the room if not for the noise from the music, moans and conversations of several rich ladies. His eyes try to pick out a figure in the crowd, hoping that it is not a woman, otherwise his day will be completely ruined. And his eyes immediately begin to shine, and the usual predatory grin appears on his lips when his gaze picks out male features ... Maybe not quite male, but he feels that this soul belongs to someone masculine.

He pushes the crowd unceremoniously aside, ignoring the indignant shouts that almost immediately die down when they see who is in front of them and Evie freezes in front of the man sitting on the couch and seems completely detached from this world.

"Hey, handsome," Evie whispers, wanting to touch the man in front of him, but refraining for now, unsure if he is single or maybe not interested in men at all. "Is the seat with you free? You look interesting. I want to chat with you."

Evie giggles, habitually running his hands over his ass and taking one of the lollipops from the table, throwing it into his mouth, hoping for a positive answer, but he will put up with a negative one in any case... He just needs to be with this man for some reason on a mental level, he feels it, and Evie's feelings are never wrong.