Chapter 24.2 (1/2)
Deep in the Act
Translator: Kotoni
Editor: Isalee
First Published on Chaleuria
Note: DITA will be on hiatus for the coming week. Releases will resume on 13 December.
Chapter 24.2
Upon exiting the clinic and turning down two corners, one would reach an upward slope that led to a small plaza. On the west side of the plaza stood a row of bustling, brightly-colored clubs, one of which bore a small metal plaque with the name, Blackpool. Fang Chi guided Gao Zhun through the metal doorway, which was decorated with metallic studs and stickers. As soon as they entered the club, they were greeted by the pulsating music in the air, which charged the atmosphere with a sense of pa.s.sionate freedom unique to Latin America. All around them, young men and women with tall, slender figures were milling about. Some of them were so attractive that they left lasting impressions on anyone who laid eyes on them.
Holding Gao Zhun by the shoulder, Fang Chi signaled the other man to follow him. Together, they walked down the corridor and turned left around the corner. In the very next moment, their field of vision opened up without warning as they came up to the edge of a standard Latin dance floor. Tables of various sizes were set up along its perimeter, their tabletops decorated with vintage enamel vases and antique drawstring lamps. The guests, tasteful and sophisticated, bantered in softened tones as they enjoyed the dances before them.
”Good evening, Mr. Fang,” a waitstaff in a striped uniform greeted Fang Chi with warmth. ”Your usual spot?”
Fang Chi nodded and led Gao Zhun toward an area away from the light. It was clear that he frequented the place. ”This is a members-only club?” Gao Zhun asked.
”Only in appearance,” Fang Chi replied, keeping a watchful eye on the floor before Gao Zhun. ”In reality, it's just an ordinary dance club. Have I ever told you that dancing is one of my favorite interests?” They arrived at his preferred spot; half of it was awash with light, while the other half rested in the shadows. Treating Gao Zhun like a perfect lady, Fang Chi pulled out the chair in the shadows for him, eager and gallant. ”Unfortunately,” he added, ”I can't dance at all.”
Gao Zhun accepted the gesture and sat down. The chair was very comfortable. There were two roses in the vase on their table - one red, one white - tilting their pretty heads at the two of them. A chcha performance was going on right now on the dance floor. Several pairs of dancers twirled and turned to the beat of 'Corazon De Melao'. Their soles and heels flitted with grace across the polished floor. The gel in their hair and the sequins on their costumes gleamed in the silver light. Swinging their long, shapely legs by the sides of their partners' bodies, the women flashed their tanned skin in a tantalizing display as they moved to the music.
”I come here to wind down whenever I feel tired,” Fang Chi explained as he pa.s.sed the menu to Gao Zhun. ”No one really cares about the well-being of therapists, so I need to look out for myself. I give myself a treat now and then by feasting my eyes on a ronde cha.s.se or two.” Smiling with a self-deprecating look on his face, he pointed to a dazzling pair of light-footed dancers performing the iconic chcha sequence in the center of the floor.
”Linlin is a dancer too…” Almost unintentionally, Gao Zhun brought up her name - as if hoping to sate the dark compet.i.tive streak within himself by somehow getting Fang Chi to put her down.
Fang Chi's face twitched. ”Yes, that's part of the reason.” He seemed somewhat unnatural as he signaled for the waiter to come over. ”But that's all in the past.”
The waiter approached their table with an ordering device in his hands. Beside him was a bright-eyed young man with full lips, clad in a s.h.i.+mmery dance costume. A sheen of sweat covered his neck and chest; it was clear that he had been on the dance floor not too long ago. ”Good evening, sir. We're having a promotion right now. You will be ent.i.tled to a fifty percent discount if you follow our official account today,” the youth explained as he held out a business card for the club with a QR code printed on it.
”I'll pa.s.s,” Fang Chi answered with a polite smile. ”Thank you for the offer, but I don't have a WeChat account.”
”I do,” Gao Zhun spoke up from the other side of the table. The young man looked over. From where he was standing, he could only see a vague outline of Gao Zhun's features through the shadows, and a pair of exquisitely beautiful hands resting on the table. He watched as those hands took out a phone from the pocket of a luxury suit, and opened the WeChat app with a few light taps. ”Just following will do?”
Then, Gao Zhun leaned forward. His face emerged from the amorphous boundary of light and shade with the sharpness of a fine blade. Like the first glow of dawn breaking through the clouds at the edge of the blue horizon - like the finest white stone dappled with myriad s.h.i.+fting lights from glistening waters - he was beautiful beyond compare, devastatingly and crus.h.i.+ngly so.1 The youth was too captivated to answer him. As a dancer, he was more than used to the company of attractive people. But now, every single one of those gorgeous creatures paled in comparison to the man before him. Their good looks now took on a new cheapness, just like worthless pencil scribbles on rough paper, waiting to be binned with a careless toss.
Fang Chi was displeased - very much so. His fingers tapped against the tabletop. He was unhappy that Gao Zhun left the shadowed area he had designated for him and showed his face without leave. But the young dancer's trespa.s.s into his territory vexed him even more. ”Are you done?” he prompted.
They were. The young man took the card back, but remained unwilling to leave. ”You're… together?”