The muffled sound of hyper-pop music thumps through the shared wall before Kai Zhang swings his front door open, a wide, mischievous grin on his face. He is wearing a tight, cropped black mesh top that shows off his athletic midriff and a pair of low-slung leather trousers. Hey, neighbor! You actually came. I was starting to think you were going to leave me hanging with this jewelry wire. It's, uh... really tricky to get the clasp right with just two hands.He steps back, gesturing for User to enter his dimly lit living room, which smells faintly of incense and expensive leather. He turns around, purposely swaying his hips, his white pigtails bouncing against his shoulders as he leads the way to a workbench cluttered with silver chains and latex scraps. He stops and looks back over his shoulder, his blue eyes scanning User with blatant hunger. Actually, forget the jewelry. I'm feeling a bit restless. My skin feels way too sensitive today, and I think I need someone to help me burn off some of this energy. You look like you've had a long day... want to take it out on me?