The Lounge

@(3)Mark It's.. nice to meet you Mark!
-looks up at you and smiles-

@Eunwoo *looks down at you, or more like on your fingers what clench around fabric of my shirt, not minding it, just being surprised with such movement*
i'm mark.

@(3)Mark -bites my lower lip as I follow you in silence-
O-okie..
-looks around as we walk, moving closer to you and holding onto the hem of your shirt, not wanting to get lost-
Eunwoo.. cha Eunwoo.. what about you?

@Eunwoo *nods once more, confirming that indeed i want to help you, not really knowing why, maybe because i don't have anything better to do with my time currently*
let's go.
*says and shakes my head, pointing at my right, of course having no idea where the kitchen is but we're going to find out soon where it is*
what's your name?

@(3)Mark -blinks and stands up-
y-you'll help me find the kitchen?
-purses my lips as I walk over to you-
I'm hungry.. I haven't eaten all day..and I'm lost..
-sighs softly at how pathetic I sound and makes a face-

@Eunwoo *keeps my eyes on you, obversing you maybe a little too intensive, but who cares about that, at least i don't; leans against the doorframe, tilting my head up a bit, nodding as i acknowledge your, let's say, legit excuse to be out of your cell obviously not in time when you're allowed too, but it's not like i mind, it's not my business*
wanna come with me and find your kitchen? i can't be your personal gps as i don't know this place as well, but yeah.

@(3)Mark -gasps a bit and bites my lower lip when I hear your voice and looks up at you-
o-oh.. uh.. yeah.. I..
-fumbles with my words before sighing softly-
I wanted to go to the kitchen.. but I can't find my way.. this place is like a maze..
-purses my lips and wrinkles my nose-
and I'm not good with directions..

@Eunwoo *yawns out of pure boredom, not having anything or anyone to wake my mind and body up; wandering around the mansion, i try to become more and more familiar with each corner as i'm actually a newcomer, spending the first night here; so far i haven't spotted anyone, at least not until i walk into the lounge where my eyes immediately catches your slender form*
hi cutie pie. are you lost?

@(3)Mark -sighs softly as I find myself at the lounge area-
ugh.. where the heck am I...
-puffs cheeks and looks around, trying to see if there were any signs leading to the kitchen area-
-bites my lower lip and just gives up, plopping down at the couch and hugging my knees, waiting for someone to come by so I can ask directions-

@(3) Ravi Sanggil bit onto his lip when the other touched his sore back, the skin hurting, yet itching at the same time. Some of the marks were already healing, turning into ugly yellow-ish marks. The boy yelped loudly at the sharp slap, which landed right on the worst place, strong and biting. This costumer could surely be some fun, judging from this small slap. Sanggil could only imagine what he'd be when mad. He now knew... he had to get this man in his bed. "He requested me. Poor lad, he really believed his pitiful whipping will bring me down.", he chuckled and shrugged. "In the end, he went crazy and gave up on me."

@(1) Sanggil Unbidden, his hand rose to let his fingers run over the other's multicolored back, mind filing awa information and analyzing the marks at an extremely fast rate. Long....short....long again. Different depths, but not controlled enough to be strategical...this was the work of either an amateur, or an angry customer.
"Ara? You let someone do such a sloppy job whipping you? Are you that desperate?" His hand pulled back, only to deliver a short but stinging slap right over the worst rash. He couldn't help taking revenge for his cigarette after all, even a childish one like this.

@(3) Ravi "Why are you so sure that these are the only ones I get?", he chuckled confidently, shaking his head. He let the clove on the ashtray, so he could turn around and take his shirt off, exposing his back, covered in purplish-reddish whip marks. "It's my recovery day, . Until these disappear, my price is lower, so I have to wait. I'm just trying to fill my time.", he shrugged his shoulders innocently, unable to help the situation.

@(1) Sanggil At first he had wanted to slap the kid for stealing his cigarette, and for even daring to suggest such a lowly type of deal, but he managed to compose himself and only frowned slightly. Then something went through his mind and his face returned to its stoic, unfeeling mask.
"You came back. You said I am not worth your time, and yet you are still here." He didn't even mean to imply something more, just stating an obvious fact. But from what he's seen of the kid, he'll probably take offense, so he added a little something to actually warrant a reply. "No wonder you can only get cigarette ...such a badly trained slave like you must not be in high demand."

@(3) Ravi Sanggil raised a brow. He smirked. This someone just shooed him away. The boy slowly walked forward, noticing the way the other pretended to ignore him. He had turned away. Too bad. The slender hand reached to the table that was separating him and the customer, taking a hold of his box of cloves and lighter. Both metal, heavy and stylish. Sanggil took a clove out and threw the box back into the table,before lighting it and taking a deep inhale. "What an innocent brat. Thinking you can shoo me away like that.", he hummed while exhaling. "If not else... You could at least be my cigarette . If the stuff you offer is this good..."

@(1) Sanggil He tutted, as if he was talking to a little stubborn child that needed discipline.
"You slaves, only ever thinking about . Tasteless and vulgar." He leaned back into the backrest, not willing to exert any more energy on this uneducated little child. But at least he should leave him a parting shot.
Looking the slave in the eyes for the first time, he pinned the kid down under his gaze, just for a second.
"Boring." And with that, he turned away, wawing his hand as if shooing the kid away.

@(3) Ravi Sanggil shrugged. The customer was the one who wasn't worth his time. And his time was, in fact, so, so cheap. He had a whole life to waste. The life of a slave wasn't that long anyway, yet it seemed like such a huge amount of time that he had to kill. He stopped right at the door and turned around, leaning against the frame.
"Oh?", the boy tilted his head, faking surprise. "So all you're interested in is a cheap ? Of course I could provide that. For example, for just one of those cloves of yours.", he shook his head and sighed. "But I have enough cigarette- already.", he stated simply with a smirk. Cigarettes were the only thing that used to be a difficulty for him when he first entered the island. Slaves were prohibited to smoke, but they had no way to pay for cigarettes anyway. However, the boy had quickly found customers who would provide him with enough of the bitter pleasure in exchange for a or whatever. Sanggil didn't really value his body that much. It was just a body, after all. Everyone could have it, everyone could break it. His spirit was what was improtant. It appeared to be, so far, unbreakable.

@(1) Sanggil He watched the boy leave, barely affected by the exchange past the point of boredom. He flicked off a little ash from his clove, uncrossed his legs and sighed.
"Tsk....so rude, and a coward too....and here I thought I'd finally found someone worth my time. But no. Just. Useless. Trash." The last few words were accentuated by his aura slowly pushing outwards, the same way as he would do while discussing business with particularly unpleasant patrons. Not enough to scream anger, but also not anymore in the realm of boredom. A slow, lazy sort of agitation, like a lion waking up to hunt in the evening.
"Walk away, kid. Seems like you can only bait, but fail when you have to deliver."

@(3) Ravi Sanggil shot the other a glare. He did have the nerve. He had the attitude, the... aura? Energy? Yet, although he radiated power, he remained passive for some reason. Many masters had tried this tactic with Sanggil but the boy was unbeatable in his own game if one only played by the rules. The costumer would have to do something more to insult Sanggil. And an insult would probably simply result in an , nothing Sanggil couldn't deal with by himself.
"Trash might be all you can afford, , but it's certainly not everything there is to this ty island.", the boy laughed loftily and got up. He intended to walk away. It was the way he did things. Give it to them, spoon by spoon, little by little, just to tease and build up the anger. Some turned out to be more patient than others, but their punishment didn't last long either. The boy walked away, his back facing the other.

@(1) Sanggil It was confirmed, this kid just had really ty manners and wanted to die a painful and slow death. No other way of explaining his y tone and overall attitude. He was only wearing rags, but somehow managed to look utterly bossy, like one of those stupid rich s his father used to throw at him. It immediately rubbed him the wrong way, and all his shields just flew back up as if on comman, cloaking him in that mafia boss aura he was so famous for.
"Last time I checked, there was an abundance of trash everywhere, kid. No threat of being unique there." he murmurs, lighting up another clove and turning away.

@(3) Ravi Sanggil only looked at the other after he spoke. He liked to let people notice him first, approach him first. It was how it was supposed to be... He turned his head to the side, reaching to tuck some of his long locks behind his ear to show his cat eyes to the other, as well as his y expression. "My kind?", the slave hummed and crossed his legs the other way around, looking at his nails again, shrugging his shoulders. "Don't know what you're talking about, boy. I'm one of a kind.", he smirked and leaned back in the couch, as if to make himself comfortable and by this showing that he had no plans to move whatsoever. At least without any 'help' from the other.

@(1) Sanggil He had just tipped the of his cigarette into the ashtray and reached for another, when the couch he was sitting on dipped a bit lower, indicating someone has enough guts to sit next to him. Ravi inwardly raised an eyebrow, but otherwise let nothing show as he looked the newcomer over. Skimpy clothing, crossed legs and the presence and feel of a dog in heat, it had to be a slave.
"Didn't know your kind was allowed to sit anywhere else but on the floor...." he remarked casually, skillfully hiding his surprise at the kid's boldness. Sitting on a couch, and next to a customer? Either he was very brave, or extreely badly trained. Probably both.

@(3) Ravi Again, Sanggil went to the lounge. It was his favourite place when he was targeting customers. He could sit there, be irresistible, study everyone. Then, he'd choose his man of the night and do his magic on him. In the end, he'd go to his cell, probably not satisfied, but somewhat temporaly calmed.
Today was his lucky day however. One blue head was chilling in the lounge on a long couch. Sanggil could only see the back of his head, but was already sure that it was who he was looking for. He bit onto his lip, then casually walked to that same couch and sat down, but left quite some space between them. He had learned not to trust the rumours. He'd test the other himself. The only way to understand if their styles were suitable was to give it a shot. He crossed his long, legs, exposing his long, milky thigh and picked at his nails, looking uninterested, yet the very action on it's own showed the kind of interest the slave had for this customer.

@(1) Sanggil Having finally found the loung area - his lack of a sense of direction was an unfortunate family trait - Ravi felt ready to just drop into an armchair and relax. He lit up a clove cigarette, exhaling deeply, smoke curling above him like an opaque white snake. Letting him think.
The island itself was very beautiful, no doubt about that. The customer areas were luxurious and not that different from what he was used to and most of the staff was nearly invisible. Just as he liked it. The only problem was also the reason why he was here.
Slaves. Or, more precisely, one slave.
He had tried and tried, but couldn't find the perfect pet for himself to play with. There was simply no one available in the trade that could withstand him. Therefore, the Island was his only hope.

@(3) Ravi There was 'new meat' on the island. Sanggil used this expression to describe customers, although if a guard heard him, he'd probably punish him for using such disrespectful words. Then again, what was even punishment? Sanggil didn't know.
However, this new someone was quite promising. Even after being disappointed so many times, the boy hoped that the next sadist that came along would be what he was looking for. The mafia boss had been the cause of rumours for the past few days. Little was known about his habits in bed, but his status seemed to be remarkable, taking the amount of attention he received in consideration. And so, Sanggil was once again out in the hallways, hunting for prey. Except, this time he had an idea of who exactly he was looking for. Blue hair, piercing eyes, built body. Expensive watches, shoes, suits and what not... Expensive whisky, expensive food. And most of all - crushing presence.

@(3) Im Jaebum /looks at you for a bit/
Yeah... I'm thirsty. I can really get anything but not alcohol.
No wonder lots of you come here smelling bad..
/mumbles the last words/
Mhm... whatever
/glances at you, gulps before I ask/
...want me to.. serve you then..?
/actually did meant what I said which is pleasing you but isn't sure if you'd like that from such a person like me/

@(1) Song Chanho this question could be asked for a lot of different reasons than just your thirst, boy.
*says, before i taste the alcohol again, placing the glass down at the armrest of the couch, but still having my fingers on it, not wanting the glass to fall down and get smashed*
i usually have alcohol. whisky isn't my favourite one, if you're curious about that. and yes, they offer it to me.
*answers, looking at you for the whole time and honestly slowly getting annoyed by the amount of questions you're giving me, what actually lead to nothing*
water is nice. it's better for you than alcohol.

@(3) Im Jaebum /sighs heavily after I hear your answer/
Why do you think I'd ask? Thirsty of course.
/huffs softly and just stands besides you, leaning my back and head on the wall/
do you usually have whiskey? Do they offer it here for you..?
/raises my eyebrows as I wonder more/
Being prisoned here and I also don't get to eat a food that I like or drink something nice other than water...
/mutters to myself, almost sit down as I close my eyes and my head leaned on the wall still/

@(1) Song Chanho *shakes my head, having a small smile attached to my lips, not really believing that you don't get the suggestion, but i brush it away, not seeing why we should stick to the subject, i'm not a patient person when it comes to explaining the obvious; my eyes follow you as you walk to me; looks at the glass after you ask the question, but then looks up at you*
whisky. why?

@(3) Im Jaebum /stares at you for a bit as I don't understand where you're going with this/
What do you mean...? And I don't think I have anything to do with that. Go complain to the owner of this place.
/stands up and moves over to you, looking at your drink as I'm feeling thirsty and would just drink anything, standing a few inches away then gestures my head to the glass that you're holding/
What's that...?
/looking at the glass for a bit then shifts my eyes at you/

@(1) Song Chanho *chuckles at your question, finding it more than amusing, your reaction to be exact; lifts the glass up and takes a small sip of my drink, not looking at your for this short moment, before you voice once again gains you my attention*
it seems like service here is so lame it can't keep every client busy.