"Well, I won't keep his Majesty or his Grace waiting," Anthony said. He moved over and pressed a button, turning the music on. It had a deep beat to it, but also hinted at sensuality. Enough to make it intoxicating to the various dancers that were about to enter.
He walked to the door, next, opening it to let them in. All beautiful women, many were scantily clad in veils and sequins, or in showgirl costumes, some simple in their normally provactive street clothes. The exotic dancers, moved to the polls and smiled at the other two men, wrapping their bodies around the poll.
Undulating their way into the room where five bellydancers, their movements precise to the drumbeats as they worked around Charles and Henry where they stood, smiling at them. The rest of the women draped themselves here and there, eyeing all three of the men with a hint of brazen attitude.
"Dancers for visual stimulation, ladies to frolic with should we wish to and it wouldn't be a bachelor party without nudity but I'm sure we'll get to that later once the girls have warmed up."