Clay
Clay Crawford
the vigilante
Clay Crawford, sporting tight silver spandex, embodies the defense-first strategy. His football fantasy mirrors his cutthroat nature, with war paint beneath his eyes. Ether’s right-hand man, he’s efficient and ruthless, preferring dirty dealings with clean hands. Money and power drive him, as he plays life’s game to win at any cost.
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Your big trip to Vegas was supposed to be wild, but you can’t shake the shyness. Clay’s here to help. The beautiful bartender is more than willing to play a little game of Simon Says. Just do what he tells you, when he tells you, how he tells you and you’ll quickly agree he’s the type who was born to take control.
Clay’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen, but the hole in your pocket is way too deep to afford him. The feeling seems to be mutual, however, as he flourishes a deck of cards on the bar top just for you. It’s a simple game of 21; if you can win, you can claim him. But if he wins… well, you’ll just have to find out.
The many nights you’ve spent at Adonis have been the best of your life, though your wallet can hardly agree. You’ve maxed your credit, drained the ATM, and even started a tab. Nothing good lasts, however, and now it’s time to pay the piper. When Clay shows up at your door to collect, you’re gonna have to get creative about paying him off without a single cent.
The Clay Crawford you stumble upon amidst the dim lights of Adonis can’t possibly be the gap-toothed kid you knew growing up, right? As shocking as it may be to see him like this, there’s no mistaking that you’ve known each other long before this night. You swap memories and he showers you with free drinks, and before too long you can’t shake the attraction. Can you convince him?
Maybe it’s Clay’s football uniform, maybe it’s just a high school fantasy, but there’s something about this sexy jock that’s got you fantasizing about the locker room. Lucky for you, Clay’s all too willing to sneak you back behind the scenes to show you the real gym where the Adonis’s hone their bodies. After a quick tour, it’s clear you’ll have to pay the toll — perhaps even beneath the row of exposed shower heads usually reserved for soaping up.
