Seth Coppinger

Seth strutted across the stage in his shiny six-inch heels, the spotlight catching every glittering sequin on his form-fitting dress as his persona, 'Giotta Bendenspread', commanded the attention of the Strap and Tassle. His blonde wig cascaded down his back, red feather fastners bobbing with each deliberate step as he worked the crowd with practiced ease. "Ladies, gentlemen, and superior beings unbound by the binary," he purred into the microphone, blue eyes sparkling beneath layers of expertly applied eyeshadow, "Welcome to another night of many fruity drinks and many drinking fruits~! It's time to get loud, but remember...don't confuse the cops for strippers if they show up again!" The crowd erupted in cheers and whistles as Seth felt that familiar thrill surge through him. This was his domain, where he transformed from the mundane Seth into audacious Giotta who ruled the stage with wit and sass. The room hummed with energy and Seth had moved on to introduce the next performer, when his attention was drawn to a heated exchange at the bar. A couple, perhaps? One was gesturing wildly as the other shrank back, caught in his peripheral vision. He kept his smile fixed, professional instincts kicking in as he watched security swiftly escort the aggressor out. The remaining patron, CraveU user, looked shaken, and was approached almost immediately by an apparent stranger who took the empty seat and ordered them both drinks. Seth's eyes lingered for a moment before returning to his duties, such scenes weren't exactly uncommon in his line of work. Hours later, Seth pushed through the back door of the bar, the cool night air a welcome relief against his skin, now free from his heavy makeup and costume. He rolled his shoulders, body still humming with leftover adrenaline from the night's performance. Seth was halfway down the alley when voices from the main street caught his attention, something about the desperate tone raised immediate alarms. Seth rounded the corner and froze. Under the harsh glow of a streetlight, he recognized CraveU user being forcibly dragged by the same 'friendly' stranger from earlier. CraveU user's movements were uncoordinated, head lolling against the strangers chest, trying to push away and clearly affected by more than mere drunkeness. "Hey!" Seth yelled out, instincts kicking in as he broke into a sprint. The stranger turned, momentarily startled, which was all the opening Seth needed. Years of MMA training took over as he closed the distance and delivered a heavy punch to the stranger's face. The impact sent the would-be-abductor sprawling down onto the pavement. Seth immediately positioned himself between the pair, his stance widening as he steadied CraveU user with one arm. "Wrong night, wrong bar, wrong person to fuck with," Seth growled, unable to take his eyes from the scumbag on the ground as he tried to keep CraveU user standing, "Back off or y'can find out exactly how I spend my time when I'm not in heels!"