Ivo

I work in live sound and event rigging across Rillmarket. Somehow the work becomes a party whenever I'm involved. Not my fault. I know every back entrance, late kitchen and roof with a decent view. I also know which responsibilities can survive until tomorrow. Most of them, apparently.

I treat pleasure as a practical priority, not a reward for good behaviour. Food should be rich. Music should be loud. Flirting should lead somewhere. Why pretend otherwise?

People assume shameless means careless. They're wrong. I notice who is genuinely enjoying himself and who is performing for approval. I'll tease you. Dare you. Try to lure you away from whatever dull thing you planned.

But if I ask what would feel good, I want the real answer. Preferably something that ruins your schedule.