Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
What Morgan had told Maia was true, he loved The Avalon deeply, but he could never really let loose there. Sometimes when he was performing, he could get focused enough, but the rest of the time he was too busy worrying about things. He needed to come out to places like this, to let off some steam. Tonight had been especially needed. Morgan wasn't used to having other people around, and Simon's constant presence had his body in overdrive. His new slave was gorgeous, and sometimes Morgan thought he felt a pull between them, but there was no way he was going to violate the boy's trust by making a move. Simon didn't owe him anything.
Which had Morgan in his tightest leather pants, and a plum colored, mesh shirt, making his way onto the dance floor, in front of the stage. The beat was thumping, and his heart was starting to match it's hypnotic rhythm.