Kavinsky tried to remember the phrasing on the menu. He fidgeted his fingers inside his pocket and huffed out a breath, swearing under his breath in Bulgarian.

"Two hundred is a half hour boyfriend experience. Kissing, blowjob, fuck with barrier. It goes up to nine--for the night, porn experience. Deep throat, no barrier."

There was another grounding breath. "You can't leave any marks." This was not his rule, but a house one, and he didn't want to get in trouble for having them when he danced next. "And I don't like being water boarded? Otherwise." He gave an elaborate shrug.