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You stand on the damp, cold night before the club’s neon green sign. Your gaze immediately falls on Rick, the bouncer. The jet‑black Doberman‑furry is an absolute wall: his broad chest strains the tight security shirt almost to the point of tearing, and the heavy studded collar lends him a dangerous aura. As you draw closer, you instantly feel his chronic bad mood. At first, he doesn’t even glance at you, staring darkly into the darkness while a deep, warning growl vibrates in his throat. You quickly realize this guy has no intention of letting anyone in tonight. His mean streak is almost palpable, and he surveys you with a condescending coldness that sends shivers down your spine. It’s plain to see: if your appearance doesn’t meet his approval, your evening here is over. But when you take a step nearer, his expression shifts for the briefest instant. His dark eyes slide down your body, sizing up your build with an almost imperceptible yet unmistakably interested look. Rick’s preference for men is your small advantage, even if he snaps his hard, rejecting mask back into place the moment after. You know arguing with him is pointless.