![]() He tried to focus on the boy's face but found his eyes unconsciously wandering back to between his legs. Link noticed the boy was wearing nothing but small purple shorts that clung tightly to his skin, emphasizing each dip and rise of his body. "H-hey," Link started, "I mean, uh, hi, ummm." He trailed off. He had bright green eyes that glimmered behind half-closed lids. Perched on the edge of the bed was a slender, dark-haired boy with a sweet smile playing on his lips. It would look foolish if he walked out now. "What if," he thought, "What if they set me up as a joke?! What if there's some big, disheveled guy.?" Link cursed himself for not requesting a picture first. He reached his hand out toward the handle but suddenly stopped. Link stood nervously in front of the door. "Okay! Well, have fun!" The woman turned back with a wave and walked away. He has another client right after, and he'll need to prepare." "Okay this is it! You have one hour, but we ask that you leave a couple minutes early. Especially for those like yourself." They stopped in front of a door. "But don't worry," the woman assured, "he comes very highly recommended. Link could hear muffled voices and rhythmic thumping coming from behind the doors. "No, your friends have already done that." "Wait," Link walked faster to keep up, "you mean I don't get to pick him out?" The hall was lined with numbered doors. She led him through another curtained doorway into a brightly lit corridor. She finished checking him in and walked around the desk. "No need to be embarrassed! We get a lot of young men like you," she said with a smile. "Oooh, yes, I remember," the woman nodded and flashed Link a grin. "And who are seeing today?" Link snapped his head back. Link watched as one man disappeared behind the curtain, a bottle in his hand. Some were young, not as young as Link, while most were middle aged or older. There were three reception areas, each next to a curtained entryway where customers quietly filtered in and out. He was standing in a bright room, lit by elegant black chandeliers and sconces, and lavishly decorated with plush, red furniture, black lacquer coffee tables, and tasteful art. Link nervously tapped his fingers on the onyx counter. "What can I do for you, sir? Do you have an appointment?"
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