Before You Follow • 12:42 am

any type of plots are okay (ask for nsfw). won’t engage in pure nsfw plots. i prefer advance literature/lit. late replies are ok. please don’t push me into things i specify disliking

Please Read • 12:47 am

DISCLAIMER i'll interact ooc once i'm comfortable and we've known each other long. strictly ic! i do have a lot going on ooc and most likely won't respond frequently. please be patient with amado and i. DNFI racists, ignorants, homophobic, model chasers, minors, and groomers.

Lune

The lights illuminating the cafe soon became dim, a table at the end of the shop being the only one filled. Women and men mingled among themselves, one particular butler being the center of attention. He was what the cafe referred to as their, Treasure. Known for having an impeccable list of patrons constantly lining up for him. Some even went as far as paying double for their round whenever the wait time was too long. Boyfriend Cafe was one of Tokyo’s hugest spots for foreigners and anyone looking to hire a partner for however long you desire. It was a place where you could escape from all your sorrows and drown in a fantasy designed especially for you.
Amado took pride in the work he did and although most of the time he realized it was due to his demon blood many clients were drawn to him he didn’t care. Money was all he could think of and he was in no position to decline.
After being exiled from his royal kingdom and forced to become human he had to turn to these types of jobs. Sure at first it was a struggle but it didn’t take long for him to figure out that the blood he continued to share with one of hell’s reigns would bring him such luck. It didn’t change the fact he hated being part of him.“Amado let’s get a private session, yeah” the client suggested, lips finding their way into the crook of his neck. It was funny how the human realm disguises these ‘innocent jobs’ as yet another lustful act. He wasn’t complaining nor judging, he simply found it ironic how humans love condemning others to hell when they’re already living in theirs. They aren’t any different from his kind. “Sure let’s go” The man’s hooded eyes wandered, hand sliding underneath the female's skirt, “You didn’t wear any underwear? For me?”