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Wei Wuxian (yiling_laozu) wrote in entrywaythreads,

Wei Wuxian had not yet spent a great deal of time in the ‘nightlife’ (such as it was in a place without sun). He had visited a few bars but found they lacked the relaxed atmosphere of a wine house and were much less useful for gleaning local information. The young cultivator had always considered himself an adventurous person but had been unprepared for the sheer foreigness of some of the Gehenna establishments. The noise, the lights that sometimes gave him piercing headaches, the way in which social interactions were conducted... It took a bit of adjustment. But the Temple Of Love had drawn his attention after he noticed the blissful expressions of some of its patrons when exited. He was curious as to what transpired inside and surmised it would do him good to investigate such a place. It was after all not wise for him to spend all his time holed up alternating research and tinkering on his inventions.

The club was aptly named. Desire seemed thick in the air, almost like a perfume, and the way people moved with one another was intimate in a way he almost gaped at. He studied the scope of the place. The only setting he had seen with such opulence was Koi Tower but this atmosphere was entirely different. People seemed to be having a much more enjoyable time without needing to be staggeringly drunk. There was a fearlessly open honesty to their gazes bereft of politics and a fragile veneer of polite manners. It was strange yet somehow refreshing. As everyone in his plane had known, Wei Wuxian had little use for etiquette when it did not serve his purposes.

It was mere minutes before he found himself drawn to one of the stages. There was a man upon this one and Wei Wuxian had never seen a man dance before. He was immediately enthralled by the sinuous movements of the dancer as this form of movement was unfamiliar. The gleam of the handsome man's muscles flexing beneath the lights made his cheeks feel flushed, more so even than illustrations of sexual acts. His face was not so thick that he could remain unaffected when a man’s strength had always been arousing to him. He was a little unmoored by the way the performer seemed to offer himself. It was as if at once Wei Wuxian should look and not look. It had been considered vulgar that he was comfortable with being seen in little to no clothing, as his own people only wore less than three layers in sleep. He could almost hear Lan Zhan’s deep voice intoning ‘shameless’. The thought made his skin prickle with a scandalized excitement.

He shook himself out of the trance with a throb of embarrassment for ogling like a hormonal teenager. Shameless indeed. It was all a bit of an assault to the senses and the theoretical modesty that the gentry had attempted to stomp into him. He decided to cool his head with a wander, perhaps engage someone in conversation about the curious effects of the club and its owner. There appeared to be an entrance to another section, he had noticed, barred by a rope. His natural nosiness and predisposition for going where he was not meant to made itself known. But he wisely reigned it in, not crossing over the boundary as his spirit urged. Yet. Who knew what sort of wards were inlaid in this energy-thick building? As he was pondering this his eye was drawn by the summons of a stunningly beautiful woman. She shone golden beneath the lights like a sun come to earth and all who beheld her stared in worship. He was not unaffected, though perhaps less so than many around, and came to her. As was proper he did not speak immediately but made a loop with his arms and bowed in greeting. When this was done he gave her one of his most charming smiles.
“Greetings, Lady. You can only be the founder of this establishment, as you are the most beautiful and commanding inside it.”