He really should get a paint job for the place. The bricks were looking horrendous! That was really the first though that went through Blake's superficial mind. Paint. Maybe he should paint it violet or something. It would really brighten up the place from the bland and disgusting brown red it was now. "Sugar daddy? I'd rather not.... A-anyways, the place has whatever you want in it, it's more like an amusement park with alcohol. There's for literally everything, Arcade games, bowling, dancing and partying. You name it. But the main room is the party area where a lot of people like to be." Blake explained casually as he adjusted his glasses ever so slightly. "Also, getting this money was hard but it really paid off. Wanna know how I did it sweetie?" Addressing Daemion's supposed murmur, then again Blake was pretty observant. Walking by the bouncer, with a small nod as the bouncer gave a very revered look towards him. He was a rich man after all, he had to be respected. Walking in as the multiple showered the room in an array of explosive lights, he watched as people like famous artists, actors and even some politicians walked around the place, drinking and having a lot of fun. He hasn't been in here for so long. He should come by more often with Chrys.
"Welcome to Heaven's Desire. Please, if you wish to request a room so it is only you three, feel free to tell me,." A man in a nice butler outfit came by with a foraml speech and tone, greeted the group of boys to the bar? Nightclub? Establishment was probably the best word. "Ah, Keith, keep up the good work. We'll be fine, if anything, I'll take them to a room myself." Blake replied to the young and cute worker with a simple and affirmative answer. With a meek smile, the butler left off to serve other people. Blake let his ears blend in the sounds around him. The music was nice, a smooth and classy song was playing in the background, it wasn't loud but it was definitely audible. People were chattering about their personal lives and the sounds of glasses clinking and liquid splashing were all mixed in one. He missed this place. The bar was just ahead of them by a few meters, with a small wave the bartender invited the guys over. "So, if you're up for it, grab a few drinks will you? Don't worry about paying, so go ahead and do whatever, Just don't blow up the place." Blake offered the pair with a trusting wink. The drinks would be fun, although from what he had gathered, flirting was to be kept at minimum unless he wanted even more marks on his already scarred face. Well, looks like a thousand marks will be on his body tonight. This was just great.