Miraidon graced through the crowds of people in the night club, his tail moving with his ass and body as he moved gracefully through the small spaces between groups and people. His clawed hands gracing along the curves and surfaces of other people, arousing them but pulling his claw back before they could fully enjoy it. Miraidon looking for the perfect-looking customer he could have tonight.

“Now where can I find my client..”

he muttered to himself in thought, focusing keenly on places where the perfect person would be. His left hand fiddling with an iron ring along his chest belt as he thought strategically of where to look.