[Klayko]

Emory led the male around the place, like he was on an actual tour, Steven expressing his awe at the sights. Emory was about to lead him down to the first floor by way of the stairs until the baseball player stopped. The male stated he was tired and curiously, Emory turned around to see that the male was meaning more. He could see it clear across the other's face. The drug was now at its peak thanks to the slight alcohol speeding up the process.

"Tired, you say?" He walked towards Steven and smirked. "I may know a few personal massages for my client."

Of course he referred to Steven as a client as if he were the athlete's manager. He would be now in a way. He ran a hand down the male's buff biceps and arms until it met Steven's hand. He held on to it and began to lead him back.

"I've prepared for this night personally." He opened the door, leading them back to the room, Emory locking the door behind him. He pressed a button and the curtains and blinds closed, yellow lights remaining on to help shed light in the otherwise dark room. "Ordered some things like exotic oils and...lubricants."

He grabbed the male and eased him down on the bed, taking Steven's belt off from his jeans before leaning in to kiss him and then draw back.

"And you're positive you want this? Once it happens, you're not going to be able to reverse the process."

Why was he asking this? So that when Steven finally did come back to his senses, hours from now, he would think he agreed to it all rather than being some random stranger.

"This will be our first time together, so tell me how you want it and I'll be sure to make it worth your while."