Get to know Agent Miller.

Seeing Mitch on the other side of the bar made him look almost identical to his brother. The similarity was uncanny even for siblings. As the two of you cheer to the end of the day, Miller stares at his drink, unsure of what to do. Feeling sorry for the socially inept Agent, you gently clink your glass to his and tell him to drink up. Nodding with a serious expression he gulps the entire drink in one shot. The immediate scowl on his face was enough to send Mitch rolling in laughter.

"How do you enjoy drinking this? It's foul." Agent Miller snarked through gritted teeth.

Mitch goes to pour him another drink and answers, "Well no one really likes the taste. We drink cause it makes us forget."

"Forget what?"

"You tell me. You ever had a shitty day that made you want to forget and let go? Bang your head against the wall and just knock yourself out?"

With a concerned stare, Miller shakes his head. Mitch shrugs and downs another glass. "I guess guys from the Silver District are just built different."

Curious yourself, you chime in and ask, "What is the Silver District like anyway? Do they have like, flying cars and robot butlers?"

"No, nothing like that. It's just a lot more regulated and a lot more conservative." Miller mentions the last part with a bit of hesitancy. "Most people in the Silver and above aren't exposed to stuff like this."

"So you're like a newbie right?" asks Mitch, stirring himself another drink.

"What do you mean?"

"Like, this is basically your first day on the job."

"Mr. Oak is my first assignment, yes."

"It's weird cause Silverfolk never cross the gap, at least none that I know of anyway. It's like a super hard line the Federation keeps separate."

"Agents are the rare exception."

"That's wild. And you guys like, don't have sex right?"

Agent Miller turns pink as he shifts in his seat. There's a wicked smile on Mitch's face as he notices this and you're not sure if you like where he's heading. After taking the smallest sip of his liquor, Miller replies, "We do. It's just reserved after marriage."

"Wow, so you are a unicorn." Mitch stares at Miller in utter disbelief and awe. You can't help but chuckle.

"Excuse me?"

"Forget it. Then you like guys then? The Silver District still has no women, right? Fancy Silverfolk still have to make do, fucking other men?"

"Yes, women only live in the Crystals; the few that are left anyway."

"And what about the guys?"

"Well, men live in all districts."

"No, I mean, do you like guys? You never answered the question."

Mitch seemed like the type of guy that liked teasing people for fun. Unfortunately for Miller, he happened to be the perfect victim. Not that you weren't enjoying this yourself, you just happened to be more discreet about it. You just hoped Miller wasn't feeling bullied or anything. As you lean against your arm, Agent Miller glances over and you smile reassuringly. Miller clears his throat before answering,

"Yes. I like men."

"You'd love it here then. Any guy would sleep with you in a heartbeat. Some might not even charge." Before Miller could ask what Mitch meant, the door to the backroom slams shut and the three of you turn back in unison. The Madame and Eli are waiting outside the door, hangers of clothes in each arm. Madame slams on the door looking rather impatient as he yells, "Oh stop being so prudish, Benjamin. No one here is impressed with your show of chastity. Come out this instant!"

Eli appears exhausted as his usual upright figure remains slouched against the wall. He pleads desperately in unison to the Madame's more demanding overtone. After about five minutes of this, the door creaks open and Benji steps out in a rather revealing set of clothing. You nearly spill your drink as you stare in awe.

Bartender Outfit 1 on Model A.

As Benji steps into the light, you could see his amble chest peeking out from underneath the short crop top. Though the shirt covered his arms, everything else was left exposed. The choice of underwear was modest in comparison to what you've seen on the Red streets but it was still clearly out of Benji's comfort level. As he attempted to hike up the underwear to cover his poorly covered bits, it only made the outline of his cock even more visible underneath the thin black fabric. Being the hairy guy Benji was, you assumed his lower half would match the rest of him but to your surprise, he was very well-trimmed. You spot the nice landing strip peeking out from the steel circlet of his waistband. You hear Mitch audibly gag as he turns to pour another drink.

Not knowing where to look Benji stares up towards the ceiling as the Madame and Eli discuss the pros and cons.

"Oh, I don't know Eli, it's all rather drab, isn't it? We're running a modern gentlemen's club, not an assisted care center."

"It's rather modest too, isn't it? But he is the bartender. We can't have his bits flying about while he's shaking drinks."

"Hmm... or should they?"

"Hmm... very interesting points Madame, very interesting. Gael, Mitch. What do you guys think?"