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Luka Tim is the most sought after host in Club Hozuki. He has striking, handsome features and a well-built body that make any patron look back whenever he passes by. His voice has this certain allure that can make anyone fall for him. A suave deeper octave as smooth as their finest whiskey? As charming as the sweetest cocktail on the menu? He can do them.
Anything for the customer.
So when the uniformed policemen of NijiSantos file inside the VIP room they reserved in advance, one of the girls knocks on his dressing room to inform him of their arrival.
“I'll be there in a bit!” He says as he removes his white pinstripe blazer and his black dress shirt.
It's time to put away Luca Kaneshiro for a few hours. Donning a white dress shirt and while he ties up this damned tight corset to accentuate his waist, he finds himself smirking.
It's showtime.
“You look as beautiful as ever, Luka!”
Luka giggles at the compliment. “You always say that, Kitami-san,” he says as he slides in beside the officer. “I feel like you say that to all of the hosts here in Hozuki.”
“N-no, of course not!” Kitami flusters.
It's the same old song and dance for these blokes. For someone who claims they uphold the law of the land, they sure do love to frequent this place full of sin and pleasure.
Not that Luka is complaining. He gets to see these people squirm in their seats with every flick of his finger. And when he has their attention, it only gets better from there – they would order drinks upon drinks for themselves and for Luka in the guise of keeping them company for the next few hours.
He gets free entertainment while they pay for his company.
He also gets away from being suspected by the police because at the end of the day, they are still humans who are slaves to their own carnal desires.
“Oh, Shu and Chief are finally here!”
Luka turns his gaze towards the newcomers. Now, the police have been quite the regular fixtures in the club that Luka knows each and everyone by their name and their rank.
Shu is a name he hasn't heard of before. His face is something he hasn't seen before.
“Shu is our new recruit,” Kitami says, noticing where Luka is looking. “I'm surprised that the Chief made him come here. He's more of the reserved type, so this isn't really his scene.”
“It's the quiet ones, I tell you,” Hibachi, who is seated on Kitami's right, chimes in. “I mean who would've thought Ness would fall in love with Hirofumi?”
“Oh?” Luka raises his brows in curiosity. As they talk about their co-worker's hopeless pining over one of the club's hostesses, he continues to follow Shu with his gaze. With a smirk growing on his face, he says, “interesting.”
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Luka waves goodbye to the group when they leave after the reserved time is up. With a sigh, he loosens the string of his corset so he can breathe even for just a moment. As he walks back to his dressing room, he spots Shu slumped on the floor by the hallway, his head leaning against the wall and his eyes closed.
“Shu?” Luka moves closer to the man. This close, he can see how flushed Shu is from alcohol (although Luka could have sworn Shu didn't even drink that much.) His dark lashes are long enough that its tips are kissing the apple of his cheeks.
And when he slowly opens his eyes, Luca can feel himself being mesmerized by those vibrant amethyst.
After all – whether he goes by Luka Tim, the darling host of Club Hozuki, or by Luca Kaneshiro, the feared leader of the Kaneshiro mafia who uses the club as a front for his dealings, he is still just a man as well with his own desires.
“Your friends have left,” he says in a hushed tone. “Do you want me to call a cab for you?”
And if he has to bait this beautiful man for his money, then so be it.