Re: After the show; Backstage
He thought briefly about Silas, the man he'd met for approximately five minutes at the bar but who had managed to make quite the impression. His mind moved on to a dozen other conquests in the past week or two. "No," he said, and smiled a little, a naughty thing. "Nobody regular, anyway."
Truth was, there couldn't be anyone regular, even if he wanted there to be. Not that he did. No, of course he didn't, why would he? He was just a template for the people he met, just something for them to project on what they really wanted to see. The media wanted him to be a girl so his gender bending could make sense to them, the people he met in bars picked the sex they liked best and wished he matched up with their expectations, and if he stuck around them long enough he started to meet those wished for qualities - all of them. The thought made the smile fade, and he finished reddening her lips, pulling his fingers away. "Perfect," he said. "You look good enough to eat."