An inconspicuous signage, a pleasant semi-darkness surrounded by wooden panels where you can hardly see the faces of the customers at the other end of the endlessly long mahogany bar counter. The perfect retreat for lonely souls who want to hide from the need to party loud.

A typical speakeasy, if you like. I opened it long before the revival of mixed drink culture became fashionable. Call me a snob, but I still want to avoid these fancy clichés and labels. This is the bar.

The soft, blood-red carpet greedily absorbs the sound of every footstep. Even the tinkling of the thinnest stiletto heels becomes a barely audible clap. The voices of the visitors are almost reduced to a whisper. The deep trembling of the counterbass coming from the speaker is mixed with the sparse clinking of crystal glasses.

Well, of course, I am the chief poisoner on the other side of the counter, therapist, and keeper of tipsy revelations. Needless to say, I have a lot of secrets of my own. All these secrets dissolve into the air of the bar as soon as the music stops and the warm, faint light turns off.

Fine facial features, straight and thin nose, prominent cheekbones, long neck, broad shoulders, and tenaciously thin fingers. I may seem arrogant and narcissistic, but my daily role is flawless and organic.

My tired and brooding gaze is more a part of my role than it is my natural state of being. Every night I wear this “look” along with a starched white shirt. I tuck a perfectly knotted black knit tie between the third and fourth buttons of my shirt so that it does not get in the way of my work.

Wednesdays are always unpredictable. Sometimes the bar is packed with people until closing time, and other days I spend quietly alone. But I never close the bar early. Never. The unexpected visitors in the last hour are usually the most intriguing ones.

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Hi DPP, and thanks for reading. I would like to invite you to be my last visitor for the day. Who are you? A highly paid lawyer after a hard day at the courthouse? A naive student who accidentally wandered in for that last drink after a fight with her boyfriend? It’s up to you.

This could go in many directions. Flirting, desperation, an extra cocktail, or just a sudden impulse of lust. Or maybe I spiked something? Let’s figure it out together.

I will be playing myself. Paul, late 30s. Dark hair, blue eyes and a soft low voice. 5'11", 162 pounds, lean with muscles, broad shoulders and a rather slim waist.

I am open to a lot of different kinks. To list a few: teasing, flirting, lingerie, high heels, rough sex, intimate sex, public sex, clothed sex, sloppy oral, balls worship, power dynamic, dominant / submissive, cheating, anal, creampie, orgasm control.

My hard limits are fluids, feet, gore, toilet play, taboo scenarios, surrealism, and pain.

Open to both chat and PMs, but prefer orange envelopes. I am looking for a descriptive long-term partner. If this prompt caught your eye, let me know!