John was dragged along into the Moulin Rouge and couldn’t find words to describe the scene around him. Somewhere in the distance amongst the cat calls and shouts and the songs, he could hear Mycroft Holmes, and he just knew it was him, shouting, “The Moulin Rouge!” John turned in circles, trying to take in everything and keep up with the Greg and the others without losing his top hat.
Mycroft Holmes and his infamous dancers. They called them his "Diamond Dogs."
The man’s jaw dropped as he saw the men and women walk out from behind a set of mirrors, the ladies with their colorful skirts lifted high above their waists and the men poised to seduce, ready to take what they could find. John swallowed, eyes wide, and followed Greg to a table as they began their number. “Voulez vous coucher avec moi? Ce soir? Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister. Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister.” John watched Mycroft at the front of