It was a sweet gig. Sure, the atmosphere was a little different -- okay, a *lot* different -- than what he was used to and so was the crowd. The stage, well. Did they really believe his home looked like that? And what was up with all those oddly carved gourds all over the place? Humans sure were funny. But the pay was good and so were the tips, though he really didn't need money. He had a place of his own, small but tidy and in a good part of town. The occasional visits from his sister and a couple of fat, sassy cats to keep him company. Anything else he might have wanted he could just conjure up. Except food, *real* food. That he could only find in a place like this, where the humans were practically throwing it away every night like the skins of those long yellow fruits they called bananas. So every night he prettied himself up -- he was rather plain by his own people's standards -- and danced for his dinner at the Club Diablo. He strutted and prowled like a hunting feline. One in search of a mate, not prey. It never failed to get the audience's attention and they showed their appreciation by showering him with money and pheromones. He never did more than flirt but that was enough to garner the energy he needed simply to survive and which these young humans had in excess. His performance gave them pleasure and they in turn gave him sustenance while seeking their own pleasure, either by themselves or with companions. Everyone got what they wanted out of it and everyone went home happy. Except for a couple of prune-faced old farts lurking about in the shadows outside the club, shaking their fists and hurling nasty insults even as they leered at him and the other dancers. All the while giving off the kind of vibes that if he were human would have made him lose his lunch. Prudes. Honest to goodness, holier-than-thou, butter-wouldn't-melt-in-their-mouths hypocrites, that's what they were. And as his Uncle Belial often said, there ain't NO pleasing any of that bunch. ******* Production Notes: Made on a Daz Michael 4 modded to use V4 maps & morphs, the character is customized up the ying-yang and I have no idea exactly which sets I threw in there to make the body. I do know his face is a blend of two Victoria 4 characters with some additional help from CDI Morpheus. I took the Christian skin into photoshop and lightened it, then ran it thru Texture Converter 2. Borrowed the eyes from the M4 Brian Goth set because I liked that particular shade of blue on him, then got him properly kitted out when he told me he wanted to go dancing. Luckily this time he had no need to borrow Vicky's boots. The background I got from a freebie pack labelled jezyhalloween2008, if they're still around the Poserverse I'd like to say "thanks, very cool". Lights are from 7 Deadly Sins. I seem to be using those a lot lately, they're very easy to work with and even I can't screw 'em up ... much. Rendered in PoserPro 2014, postworked to hell and back in Photoshop CS2. Happy Halloween!