John and Stewart were in their bedroom, each looking the other over as they prepared for the day. John was tying Stewart's tie, while the other man tied John's bowtie. At first they had thought about going full fetish, with their rubber catsuits and harnesses, but they had realised that then guests wouldn't have been able to tell them apart from their employees. Besides, it was supposed to be a quiet night, and they really doubted that many people dared to come on in in full gear. So, they both dressed in smart white suits, with black ties and black shoes; that way, they would stand out amongst the French Maids, policemen, rubberponies and mermaids. Always strive for different fashion, if you wish to stand out.
"Do you think we'll get enough people to justify this place?" Stewart asked, his voice slightly shaky.
John smirked. "Well, it IS the first night, love," He said, patting the other man on his smooth cheek. "And we have done a lot to get people in here so... We'll get a good number of first-timers. Even if we only get ten, we'll be able to have some fun! Don't you worry a thing - we have everything in order."
Stewart's face relaxed. "Of course we do, dear."
The two then finished dressing in silence and once their hairs were combed to perfection, their shoes polished and their suits brushed, they made their way down their quiet penthouse and down to the lobby. On the way they saw their employees, men and women of varying ages and different body types. There was a musclebound man wearing only a shiny thong and a bowtie, a butler. There was a group of three young women giggling at each other's silly masks and fursuits. The sight of these people, not being creepy or feeling ashamed, made John and Stewart smile. That is what the two had needed years ago: no stigma for enjoying what they enjoyed, and an environment were people realized that, hey, we all like something odd and it is okay.
When the two finally made their way to the bottom floor, a middleaged woman dressed in a tight business suit approached them. Her hair was done in an elaborate show girl hairdo, with jewelry and feathers on it. Her suit was inmaculate, but it took a second look to realize that she had a corset on instead of a blouse.
"We've got twenty-three guests mingling on the deck, perhaps some nine couples all in all, too!" She said, a wide smile on her lips. "And no problems so far! It seems we'll be having a grand night, Sirs."
Stewart sighed, visibly relaxing. John, however, simply put a hand on the woman's shoulder. "Thank you for that, Marge." John whispered, "He's been on edge. And... thank you for everything." He smiled warmly.
Marge placed a hand on John's. "No, Sir. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. All of us."
