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Zehail smiled. He was starting to put it all together. Wanting a more manlier body. Wanting to get the respect he deserved, and paying him for his services. Just from these merely words he was able to deduct that this boy was immensely wealthy since the rich were the only one's who were willing to offer money as their first means of compensation. Secondly, his struggle for respect meant he was of high status. Perhaps he was a part of the royal family...it wasn't very likely, but the thought was very enticing.
"I love this place." Zehail said, sticking his arms out in the air as he slowly twirled around, showing the boy his dressing room. "It may not look like much, but it is my home." He smiled. "It does not bother me in the slightest. As long as I have my fellow performers, my family, I will be fine." It was true. Zehail had grown close to many of the performers. They were his family, and he would gladly go out of his way for them. "And I never had a place to call my own, except for now." That was also true. As a thief, Zehail was always on the run. If he ever stayed in one place, he would be caught and arrested.
Zehail approached the boy, walking slowly with intrigue. Every step Zehail took exuded confidence and even sexiness. His smooth, sensual manner always seemed to give off these vibes. "I love this place, my young friend. The thrill I get from the oohs and aahs of the audience. The roaring applause I receive after every flip. I wouldn't trade it for the world." Zehail stated. He walked behind the boy, leaning into where he imagined his ear would be underneath that cloak of his. He leaned in, his lips just mere inches away, whispering, "You're going to have to offer much more if you want my services."
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