And Emcee dances with them all. Men, women, gay, straight, and everyone in between. It's quite the mix, and that's what Emcee finds so exciting and fascinating about this crowd. He effortlessly moves from one person to another like the self-proclaimed social butterfly that he is. Sometimes he exchanges bits of conversation with them, leaning in close to hear them over the music, relaxed and unguarded enough to let others into his own personal space. To the casual observer, he seems at home.

The boy from the sex shop catches his eye, and Emcee dances over to him and holds out a hand. The boy looks as if he's too shy to join him, but Emcee insists, tugging him off the wall. He doesn't pull him out onto the dance floor, though, but hovers near him, still stepping to the music as he talks to him, saying things into his ear.

Within a few moments the boy has got his hands on Emcee's hips, and they're both moving to the beat.

Emcee works very quickly indeed.