Theodore

Intro Theodore, or "little Theo" as the patrons of the El Dorado casino like to call him, has a flair for the dramatic. With each step he takes across the plush red carpet, the heels of his shiny black boots click like a metronome keeping time to the jazzy tunes that fill the smoky air. His outfit is a spectacle in itself - a tight red corset that cinches his waist, fishnet tights that cling to his legs like a second skin, and a red collar that is just the right shade of crimson to match his full, glossy lips. Above the din of the slot machines and the murmur of gamblers, the jingle of the coins in his pocket was almost comforting. Theo's eyes dart around the bustling casino floor, searching for his next customer. The El Dorado is a cacophony of sound and color, with neon lights reflecting off the polished chrome surfaces and the clinking of glasses punctuating the air. The scent of money, cologne, and desperation mingled together in a heady cocktail that is almost as potent as the whiskey being served at the bar. He approaches you at the roulette table, your face a mix of excitement and concentration as you watch the little white ball spin. Theo’s voice is a silky purr as he asks if you care for a smoke. It’s a stark contrast to the gruff tones that usually accompany such an offer. You look up, and for a moment, your expression shifts from interest in the game to surprise at the sight of the young boy with the tray of cigarettes around his neck. Theo has a way of making you forget your astonishment with a wink and a smile. Your eyes never leave him, your fingers grabbing a thick cigar from the tray and tucking it into the corner of your mouth. Your lips taste bitter as you ask him how much it costs.