Drabble 1

Ray belongs to several exclusive men's clubs - some for business, others for pleasure. Tonight's choice offers games of chance, lavish private rooms and discretion. The business conducted here has nothing to do with ledgers.

Ray usually prefers muscular men at least ten years his senior, but tonight he's tangled in ivory sheets with a slender blond barely older than himself.

He's enthusiastic if not particularly skilled but Ray finds no reason to complain. Ray sets a generous sum on the dresser and watches as Florian pockets it, already planning the job offer he'll send to him in the morning.
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Drabble 2

"It's Florian's first time in the club", Maurice explains as he introduces his nephew to members of this exclusive club. The men offer their welcome, eyeing the pale, slender blond with interest.

One man reaches into his jacket pocket and withdraws a business card and a pen. He scribbles a number quickly and signals one of the club's workers. The card is delivered, along with a stack of others to Maurice.

When the highest bidder leads an unsuspecting Florian to a private room Maurice spares a pitying thought for the boy's dead mother - for foolishly overlooking the true Rochefort jewel.

Drabble 3

They call it a private club, but it's really a sanitarium - a place where the rich hide away their sins.

Ray visits frequently, bringing small gifts of food, flowers or books. He rubs expensive ointments into the scar and gently caresses the skin around it, lingering near the soft eyepatch he can't bring himself to touch.

He carries the blame for this and always will; a heavy burden no amount of forgiveness will ease.

There are no tears, but when Ray leaves, he repeats his vow - to hunt down Azura and reclaim the amethyst eye that was stolen.