The man at the counter is tall, blue-eyed, and svelte with lanky blond hair in bangs that almost mirrors Emcee's. He's wearing a silver lamé tank top and black leather trousers. He's basically a poster boy for Berlin pride.

"Did you find everything you want?" he asks in an endearingly innocent tone that just manages to sound totally hot at the same time.

Emcee peers around Jay's shoulder at the man. Maybe a touch too eager.

"I think I just did," he replies.