"Gin? An hour!?"
                              
The couple a few seats down were laughing at him.
                              
"Yeah, the manager said he'll be over there in ten. Go on. He'll talk to you, too."
                              
"Talk?"
                              
"It's regulated, Harry. No direct contact... no sex. Just a dance and company... you can pay for longer, but he will know how to relax you. Now, get! I already paid for you."
                              
Harry lowered his head. He can do this, not that she would let him say no. Maybe, it would help. He got up and went to go, but the older couple told him to have fun.
                              
"Don't worry. Viper's a good lad. Enjoy your gift, sonny," one drawled, and he was red.
                              
"'E new to this, love?" the other asked Ginny behind him, but he didn't stay to hear her response.
                              
He made his way over to the bouncer by the private rooms and the big man grunted, "Name?"
                              
"Harry," he said.
                              
The man looked at him, annoyed. "Name of the dancer you requested?"
                              
"Oh... umm... Viper," he mumbled.
                              
"Right... you ever done this before?" he asked, eyeing him.
                              
Harry shook his head and looked at the floor.
                              
"Okay. Keep your dick in your pants. Don't touch Viper unless he gives you permission. Stay in the chair, alright?"
                              
Harry nodded.
                              
"You got an hour, premium treatment... anything over, you have to pay. Your hour starts when he comes in. Two pounds a minute if you go over. Got it?"
                              
"Y-Yeah."
                              
The man opened the door, revealing a plush chair in front of a small, lit-up stage. "Leave the light on above you or turn it off. Your preference."
                              
"Thanks?" he said and sat in the chair, and the guy closed and locked the door.
                              
The light was on, but he kept thinking about the beautiful sexy dancer that was about to come in, and him, the somewhat inexperienced recluse that he is, had no interest in being under the spotlight. He hopped up and flicked the switch off. He didn't have to wait long. Viper came in through the stage door, fully dressed. He walked across the stage, his head high like he owned the place... or the world.
                              
Harry wished he had that much confidence. The war and his breakdown after had taken a lot from him. Hermione called it PTSD, and he had to go to a mind healer for a few years after it. He never was the same after.
                              
"So, an hour?" he drawled, his voice smooth. His eyes were still hiding behind the veil of his hair.
                              
"Y-Yeah."
                              
"Hey, calm down. It's just us. Your friend said that you were shy. There's no judgment here. I'm just here for you, okay?" he said, reassuringly, moving his bangs to the side so that Harry could see his face a little. Viper was handsome from what he could see. He had a long nose and deep eyes. In the light, he couldn't see the color.
                              
"Okay."
                              
"Is there anything you want me to do?"
                              
"Umm... you... umm..." Harry stopped, realizing how much he was mumbling.
                              
The King of the Stage crouched down, spreading his leather-clad legs apart, purposely. "Hey... breathe. What do you like? I can dance... flex? I can do some light contact, but don't touch me, okay?"
                              
Harry tried to find his words. "Can you... umm... take your clothes off? Like out there? You were... amazing. I-I couldn't stop... watching...."
                              
"You want your own striptease?" he laughed, lightly. That's an easy request. I'll stay up here for, now, and let you get comfortable," he gushed. There was something familiar about his voice, but maybe it was just because he was so nice.