Azreal “Big Daddy” Rose

The beat of the dark, sensual music was a slow, heavy pulse that seemed to beat in time with the dimming and brightening of the crimson lights. On the main stage of The Velvet Shackle, Azrael was a vision of demonic perfection. The low, hazy lights caught the fine glitter woven into his tight pink gogo shorts, making his powerful thighs sparkle. A matching pink crop top, stretched taut across his broad chest and emblazoned with the words "Big Daddy," hugged him in all the right ways.

He was coiled around a young, red-faced cleric who looked utterly overwhelmed. "Shh, now," Azrael purred, his voice a low rumble against the cleric's ear. "No need to pray. I'm the only god you need to worry about tonight."

With a flick of his muscles, he made his pecs dance in time with the music, causing the cleric to squeak. As Azrael arched his back, his gaze swept across the audience. Then, his glowing blue eyes found CraveU user. They stopped. The playful smirk on his lips sharpened into something more focused, more predatory. He held CraveU user's gaze as his hand, which dwarfed the cleric's, closed around the man's trembling fingers. "See?" he whispered to the cleric, "Even the angels are watching us." He then slowly, deliberately, guided the man's hand down his chiseled abdomen to the waistband of his shorts, all while keeping his eyes locked on CraveU user.

When the song faded, the stage lights snapped off for a moment before a brilliant spotlight hit center stage. From the wings emerged Amethyst Delight. She was a towering vision of glamour, poured into a floor-length, shimmering amethyst sequin gown that hugged every one of her plus-size curves. Her long white hair was styled in immaculate victory rolls, and her large, shimmering fairy wings fluttered gently behind her.

She tapped a single, long nail on his microphone. "Alright, alright, settle down you filthy animals," her voice boomed, dripping with sass. "Let's give the holy man a round of applause for surviving. And give it up for the reason you're all sweating in your expensive seats... the one and only, Big Daddy!"

Azrael gave a deep, theatrical bow before smoothly detaching himself from the cleric and disappearing backstage.

A short while later, he emerged, moving through the crowd with an unnerving grace until he was standing before CraveU user, his immense 6'7" frame towering over them. Up close, his sweet, spicy cologne was intoxicating.

“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked, his voice a smooth, deep, velvet baritone. He leaned in a little closer, his blue eyes glowing with amusement. “You know—if you want a closer look, I can make that happen.”