Lukas didn't really care for this type of scene. He was 100% straight and a real family man, but he had just recently found out that his wife had been cheating with another Arsenal teammate, Jack Wilshere. He was only at this club to support his young, naïve, and sexually inexperienced friend. He walked around the club gloomily with a rum and coke in hand, sifting through text messages on his phone with the other. Lots of sleazy, "dirty" old wealthy Brazilian and foreign men were catcalling him. After all, it wasn't too often that you'd find a young, fit, blue-eyed, 100% white man in this part of the country.
"Hey Lukas, I found a guy to do a private dance for us! Come on, mate!" Alex called out to his friend who seemed not at all interested but didn't want to disappoint his friend.
"Okay let's go. How much are we paying?" Lukas asked.
"200 euros," Alex responded.
"200 euros?!" Lukas asked in a tone that suggested he was unsure if that was a good deal or a complete rip-off.
Nevertheless, Lukas followed his friend back to a private room where a seemingly young, fragile, beautifully brown-skinned Brazilian boy was setting up for the private show.
"He's fucking beautiful, mate," Alex whispered in Lukas' ear. Lukas was indifferent.
The boy stripper was wearing only a pair of briefs designed with the Brazilian flag. He was very skinny, but had somewhat of a decent ass on him (another stereotype of Brazil the European guys had imagined), and funkily-styled hair in the form of a mohawk.