He often, when bored, came out into the stage to sit and think. He never told anyone this,
of course. Thinking would ruin is sexy reputation. Thinking might scare away the looser
women.

Jinyoung could have none of that.

Laughing to himself again, and hopping off the stage,

he whistled happily as he made his
way across the room. Hidden in shadows, the chairs furthest away from the stage sat
outcast, though never empty. Never as desired as the ones pressed nearly nose to groin
with the stage, they were settled for when the entertainment started.

Speaking of entertainment...

Hopping on top of one of the tables, Jinyoung surveyed his kingdom.

In his mind's eye, he could see the room packed with women. Just women. Extremely sexy women. Why, not two feet away sat a buxom
beauty, breasts straining against the fabric of her clothes, desperate to escape

the cotton
prison into the freedom of his own hands.