SAMIFER AU: The outside of the sleek building with the flashing red light pointing to its entrance gives little away to the unique tastes catered to inside the club’s wall. The Cage, a place named for the cells suspended from the high ceiling above a sunken circular dance floor. Behind those dark metal bars is where Sam frequents when he’s not occupying the main stage on the top floor, putting on a show more dramatic than the simplistic primal dances the cramped cells allows. Sam’s specialty: a strip tease that matches the macabre dress of bones and gold and occasional fake blood of his persona, the Boyking. He is a king coveted by many of the patrons losing themselves in flesh and alcohol, but some nights there is only one who matters. Sam doesn’t know why that particular man caught his attention. Blond and wearing a fitted suit, there was little difference between him and half the people who walk through the crimson doors leading into the pit of cages and beyond. Perhaps it was because he looked bored during Sam’s performance, inciting a personal challenge to draw him in. It’s a challenge Sam easily wins. Not long after his first appearance Lucifer (a persona of his own, Sam thinks) begins requesting private dances in one of the small rooms in back with the heavy curtains hanging from the doorways to block unwanted eyes. Each time Lucifer leaves a generous tip, and each time Sam leaves his mark in lingering touches that can’t be returned and ashen stains on the man’s skin and clothes from his body paint. Sam even dares to break the rules once and gives him a quick kiss that ends on the sharp edge of teeth. Their private time together then turns into a different game where they see just what information about their lives on the outside they can glean from each other, and it soon becomes evident that Sam’s admirer may be more dangerous than this slick haired presentation of a businessman looking for thrills.
