บท 57: Chapter 56

As Joker advanced into the semi-darkness of the room, his chest was full of expectation. Even from a distance he could glimpse a male body with very white skin on the king size bed.

Since his previous company had been a blackened Senegalese boy, the contrast was extraordinarily attractive; the body of the boy who was lying on the bed looked, despite the low light, much larger than that of the African boy, who had been quite damaged after the prolonged relationship with Joker. This opened the hope that the new ephebus would be more durable than the previous one.

Joker asked him in French.

"Are you Angel?" The question was truly redundant.

"Yes. And are you Joker?"

The newcomer did not answer the rhetorical question and ordered.

"Stand up!"

As his insides burned with anticipated pleasure, his voice sounded commanding.