Dee, who was a part time bouncer, part time whore, by his choice of course... It wouldn't be fun to have his legs spread all the time. Anyawy, Dee was on duty as bouncer today, and his pink eyes were half closed in bordom so he didn't notice the shorty strolling around outside. He just knew that it was as busy as usual and no one all that new had come by. The Peaches'n'Cream Brothel didn't have that many new patrons since Dee joins its ranks, he'd met a few regulars and he could see why the whores here liked them so much, so, their being here was probably an ego thing or, a stubborn courter thing. Either way, new comers weren't all that familar to Dee nor were all of it's regular visitors. But, Dee did know that kids didn't go into brothels. Ever. With Dee as a bouncer, he got a few odd looks and a few scoffs, not surprising, really. As a man, Dee would look rather feminine, as some sort of Demon thing, he still looks feminine. Pink eyes, light blue skin, a purple tongue, fangs, rather large horns that kept his long green hair out of his face, and, under his long light pink Kimono like robe, he had a cute little Deer Tail which was his sexual weak spot, not that it was exactly a bad thing, the fact it was also the tip of his tail bone made it that much worse if someone kicked it.
So, Dee stood, the end of his robe under his right arm while he leaned against the doorway with his right shoulder. His pastel green hair flipped over his shoulder and hanging a little past his waist, he didn't even notice the kid come in, his eyes were at the basic male height for the age they should be when they enter, not the standard kid-waste height level. Since Dee wasn't paying attention, when a bag of money hit his torso, he automatically reached to grab it, and he looked at it with a raised eyebrow before looking up, and looking behind him, before thinking to look down. At a kid. What the hell? Dee's mouth open and closed a second before he reached a black clawed hand out, with a lovely flappy kimono pink sleeve with pretty blue butterflys at the bottom and pressed against the kids chest, forcing him to walk backwards and out of the brothel. Even if this kid was a demon, Dee, or as his oh-so-original mother named him, Deemone, was a five hundred year old demon who had all the bells and whistels, not that he put those bells and whistles to use, ever. If push came to shove, Dee did a good job as a bouncer. Looking down at the kid, Dee tilted his head to the side and held the money bag out slightly.
"Arn't you a little.... Short... To be inside a place like this?"
Short and really young, but, Dee knew his age was a soft spot for him, even though he was a very good looking five-hundred something, this kid didn't even look like a pre-teen or, like he should be out of his mothers view for more than a few seconds... Yet, here was a little kid, outside, in a city, in front of a brothel with a blue skinned, green haired demon looking down at him like the kid was just a little out of his league. Dee rose an eyebrow and again tilted his head to the side, keeping the money just out of reaching distance for the kid, wouldn't want the kid to jump in or run off without getting some answers first.
