The candle-lit tavern buzzed with quiet conversations and the soft clink of glasses. Despite the noise, all eyes were drawn to the stage where Lior — better known to his regulars as Rose — moved with effortless grace. His silver-blonde hair shimmered under the warm glow of the lanterns as he slid his shirt off one shoulder, his movements slow, deliberate.

His eyes scanned the room, lingering just long enough to make the audience feel as if he was looking directly at them — just for a moment. It was part of his charm, the way he teased with every subtle touch and gaze. The minimal clothing he wore hung loosely, designed to slip off with just the slightest motion. And he played with that fact, fingers toying with the fabric, edging it down but never quite revealing everything.

As the set neared its close, Lior's gaze caught on a familiar face sitting closer to the back of the room – his favorite client. He smiled, a lazy, teasing curve of his lips, letting his eyes linger just a little longer this time. His stage presence was all confidence and flirtation, but even now, with the performance winding down, he felt that familiar spark of excitement when he saw him in the crowd.

The music faded, and Lior gave one final, playful flick of his wrist, letting the last piece of fabric fall away before scooping it back up with a smirk. The room applauded, but his focus was elsewhere. He hopped down from the stage, taking his time weaving through the crowd.

"Long time no see," he murmured as he leaned against the edge of the table, his voice carrying that soft, sing-song lilt, always teasing, always playful. His eyes flicked over his favorite customer, taking in every detail, every shift in expression. "Missed me, didn't you?"

The way he said it, casual, like a simple fact, made it impossible to ignore the tension crackling between them. Lior let his hand trail lazily across the table, fingers brushing close but not quite touching, waiting to see just how much his favorite customer would lean into the moment.