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The Blue Moon Club (Main Area, First Floor)

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Chastity Conrad stood backstage, looking at herself in the mirror to make sure that everything was perfect from her make up to her hair to her outfit. She was used to dancing, just not this particular type of dancing. For years she had been in ballet, a Prima Ballerina, but she had left that all behind her when she fled from the city two years ago. Leaving behind her job, her lessons, friends, and family; trying to escape from her darkest secret, her most wicked and taboo obsession.

One last time she checked her outfit, straightening the tie over her white snapped button up shirt, down to her black and red pleated short mini skirt, the garters that held up her white stockings, and the clasps on her six inch heels. She had really wanted the ballerina shoes that she had seen, but they had been to much money that she couldn't afford. One day she hoped to be able to go out and dance ballet for the patrons, something that would be different from the normal. Of course she would still have to strip, but it would be a treat. Looking back at herself in the mirror, she squinted her eyes to look closely at her chest, she smiled as her nipples didn’t show through the shirt, but were still raised up slightly do the cupless bra, couldn’t have them see everything when she walked out. Turning around, she looked at her ass in the mirror and smoothed the skirt down slightly to cover the exposed skin of her ass, the white lace thong barely covering anything. She was used to the skin tight leotards that she used to wear, but that still concealed her body from view even while accenting it. This… this she would strip from in front of others and show her body off. The most daring thing that she had ever done.

For hours she had practiced on the poll that she had in her apartment, using it even before the idea to strip had come into play. It helped her with some of her more difficult ballet routines and was a great tool that helped to keep her in shape when she danced. When the stage manager came to get her, she took a deep breath and walked out the door. Moving onto a stage that was on the side so that she wouldn't disturb the main act that was going on. She watched as the beautiful woman, no succubus as they had called her, worked and knew that she was no match, however that was fine with her. This way at least she could dance and not a whole lot of people would be watching for her first time ever on such a scandalous stage. She tilted her head to look outwards and noticed that she was the closest to the elevator. A god send should anything happen. God sent, what a ironic notion.

The stage was dark when she first walked out, but she could see people looking on and waiting for a show. When the DJ turned the music on around her area, the song that played was It’s Your Duty. She wanted to laugh with mirth, but kept her face in the forum of an innocent school girl seductress as her outfit implied. When the lyrics started to come out, she walked forward and into the light, one leg perfectly in front of the other, her hips swaying with an extra swing. When she got to the pole, she grabbed hold of it and went down, still hiding all of her assets as she looked out from behind it and started to move her legs first inwards and then out multiple times before she stood back up and walked around it. One hand was above her head, the other trailing down over her breasts and down her stomach, moving her hips forward in a teasing manner before she turned around and bent over, both hands now on the pull as her ass was bared to the crowd when the skirt rode up. Shaking it in a teasing manner from side to side, before she threw her body forward and up in the air to wrap around the poll, so that her feet were now off the floor and above her head. Snaking one leg around the poll, she let herself slide down, until she could have one on the floor, doing the splits.

She felt exalted, the feel of dancing and of the crowd watching. She moved her body like she was making love to the song and to everyone watching, taking the risk. Walking forward from the poll, she stood in front of the crowd and ripped her shirt open, her breasts bare and nipples showing above the open cupped bra. Taking off the shirt, she threw it out to the side, and ran her hands up from her thighs, raising up her skirt to tease before it dropped back down as her hands went higher caressing her hour glass waist and up to her breasts. It was thrilling to dance like this, so much more sexual as she bared herself before the crowd, telling the seductive secrets of her body without needing to act out the story as she did in ballet.
 
It wasn't long after Chastity's performance started when the elevator doors opened and Keane stepped into view, quite unaware of the surprise he was about to receive. He looked as if he'd been fairly active prior to his return to the club from upstairs, and wore a satisfied expression as he began to make his rounds to check everything out before he would go to his room for a shower and a change of clothes. His satisfaction was about to quickly become shock, however. After making sure all was well at the door, then at the bar, he headed for the stages, and paused, blinking his eyes several times at what he saw, just to make sure he wasn't imagining it. "Chastity," he muttered under his breath as he saw the girl on the main stage dancing quite provocatively around the pole.

It had been at least two years since he'd seen her, and this was the last place he would have expected her to turn up. He had to look again just to make certain it was her, and when he realized that it wasn't an illusion, he pursed his lips gently, eyes narrowing as they focused on the beautiful young dancer. As she went through her routine, he couldn't help but find himself somewhat mesmerized by her graceful, seductive dance. Was he actually getting aroused over it? Shaking his head a bit, he closed his eyes for a moment, as if that would make it stop, then opened them to watch her once more, biting his bottom lip gently.

As she continued the dance, doing splits on the pole and using it to her full advantage to keep the eyes of the customers on her, he was as drawn into the hypnotic show as any of them. Then he was pulled back to reality as she tore her shirt open, revealing her perfect breasts to the crowd with the open cupped bra pushing them up proudly for all to enjoy. That was when he felt the overwhelming need to get her out of there and hide her from the perverts that surrounded the stage, even if he was the biggest one of all. As she tossed the shirt into the crowd, one man caught it and started to hold it up to show off when Keane ripped it from his grasp, never even stopping as he approached the stage.

Stepping onto the stage, he grabbed her by the arm, somewhat roughly, and began to drag her toward the back and through the curtain, then simply grabbed her and pulled her over his shoulder to carry her out as he disappeared through the curtains to the backstage area. The crowd naturally booed and hissed, and as he pulled Chastity through the curtains, Keane motioned for one of the other dancers to hurry to the stage. The sounds of jeering soon enough died down, replaced by shouts of encouragement for the replacement to strip. Most of them didn't care as long s they got to see a naked woman.

Making his way through the back hall, he emerged into the club once more and went straight to the elevators, swiping his pass and entering as one of the doors opened, turning, swiping the pass again, and entering the floor number with one hand while the other held her firmly over his shoulder, her ass bared for the world to see. As the doors closed, he shot a warning glance to some guys passing by who stopped to enjoy the view. "Move along," he growled. "Plenty of others to look at that won't get your lungs ripped out." The doors closed with a ringing sound and soon the elevator was carrying them up to the sixth floor.

(Their adventures continue Here for any who are interested, though of course Notte shall have a chance to post her response. ^_^)
 
Chastity was unaware of what was going on as she continued to dance, but after hearing a slight commotion from the crowd, she looked out and what she saw made her jaw drop. Keane, her older brother, stood walking towards the stage with an outraged man behind him as he ripped her shirt out of the man's hands and kept walking towards her. Being the younger sister facing her very pissed off older brother, she wanted to run, but she stood still on the stage when he came up and grabbed her.

"What the fu-" she was stopped mid-sentence and let out an "oof" noise as he tossed her over his shoulder. Her fists pounded at his back and her legs kept kicking in the air. She did not enjoy being flung over his shoulder like a sack of potato's. "What the fuck are you doing here, Keane?! And how dare you interrupt my show! A girl has got to make a living damn it." His shoulder dug into her stomach and her words were somewhat muffled by his clothing. "We can't all be whores like you." She growled and thought to bite him, but the smell of sex clung to him and it made her nose wrinkle in distaste. "How dare you fucking touch me when you smell like another woman."

The fact that Keane was her brother mattered naught to her. There was just things that a person did and did not do. Touching another person after just experience pleasure from only who knows who just was not right. At least not to Chastity. Then again, even though she had never gone all of the way with a man before, she had experienced some sexual acts - they all just left her feeling hollow. The fact that her own brother could be this brash with her person reminded her of why she never even bothered anymore. The most sexual thing she had down was two years ago before she disappeared and got cursed or blessed. Maybe it was a blessing of curses, who the fuck knew. Anyhow, that was completely besides the point that Keane had dared to interrupt her performance. The bastard was going to pay, pure and simple. As soon as he put her down.

When he made his way through the club, she dug both of her elbows into his back so that she could lift her upper body up slightly. That way her breasts wouldn't be rubbing against the hardness of his back. She watched as men stared appreciatively at her, yet still somewhat unsure of how to approach the situation she was in. Not to mention how uncomfortable she was with having her generously rounded ass right next to his face with nothing really between them, since her skirt was hanging down her back instead of covering her ass and there was nothing but that little white thong. The situation was mortifying. She got in a good knee to his chest as she spoke, "Put. Me. The. Fuck. Do-" The doors closed their spectacle to the onlookers and they were carried up. Tilting her head, she looked at her reflection on the elevator walls and wanted to groan in frustration, knowing that her ass would be perfectly visible on the reflective surface of the elevator doors.


[[Chastity has been forcibly removed to Here]]​
 
Kelly had no idea of what had just happened when she came down to the club again. Her patrons seemed a bit ruffled. Odd, considering that things were going pretty smoothly up until now. She frowned and decided to go to the bar and see what was up. She was shocked to discover that Keane was the cause of all this ruckus. What was her assistant manager up to? What had he been thinking? She would have to go ahead and talk to him.

The redhead wondered if Eli was finished with his guest yet. It was rude to interrupt, and it looked like Lori had a bite. In the mean time, she sighed and ordered a spring water. "Oh, hello there," she said to the by-the-book bartender they'd hired. "How's your first shift?"
 
Elthrai had been watching Chastity dance since Succubi didn't really do much for him these days. He'd partaken from their lot before, found them delicious, but most were too similar for his tastes. He'd made sure to keep his attention on the customers vying for it while noting the way she moved her body. He'd seen enough plays and dance routines to spy the graceful leg movements that solely belonged to ballerinas. Besides, she did have a delectable little body to admire as well. The show was short-lived, however, when a man dragged her off the stage. And it wasn't just any man, either. It was Keane, one of the managers that the half-Drow had met when he had applied and been hired to work here. He watched with interest, feeling briefly like interfering would be a good idea before he saw the look on Keane's face: fury. Well, that solved that.

"Go calm them down. Ff you have to, they can have free drinks which will be taken out of my paycheck if necessary."

Elthrai spoke softly and evenly to one of the waitresses and she nodded before making her way over to soothe the customers who had their show interrupted. Thankfully, there weren't too many but their uproar was starting to bother other people watching the Succubus and DJ. Just in case, he sent one of the male servers over as well to help with the damage control. When one of the managers went off, it was best that someone know how to take care of the problem left in their wake. He was such a person to do that. Keeping an eye on the rowdy party of men and women, Elthrai soon turned his attention to Kelly as she spoke to him.

"It is going rather interesting, to say the least, Miss Kelly.."

He said, looking at her with a certain gaze. He looked her over without hurry but with subtlety. She was a beautiful woman, after all. Giving her a light-hearted smile, he turned more of his body towards her, displaying a bit more interest in her and their small talk. His smile carried a more seductive appeal as he looked at her and then spoke.

"How has your night been going? Do you need anything other than water?"
 
Kelly watched Elthrai with a grin as he moved into charmer mode. He was very good at it, from the looks of things. "I'll bet it's been interesting. I heard what happened. It's hard to believe he'd do such a thing, but I have to believe that if Keane took her off stage, there was a good reason." She sighed and said, "Thank you for handling it. I'll make sure that your paycheck doesn't get eaten up by any free drinks you may have given."

She'd heard that bit from one of the waitresses that had been here. Oddly enough, it was kind of pleasant to be flirted with after finding out about something like this. She smiled and shook her head. "At the moment, the water's fine. Up till now, I've been having a good night. There's always room to make it better though," she said with a smirk.
 
"Not to sound rude or strange, but they have similar scents so my guess is that they are related.."

He said lightly. The other scent he smelled belonged to Kelly, which had covered Keane from head to toe. Much as she had cleaned up and smelled fresh, his boss also carried Keane's scent. Washing didn't always get rid of the scent, not with sex, anyways. Eventually, the people calmed down and were satisfied with their drinks and entertainment. People were still ordering and his underlings took care of it while he spoke with the boss. It wasn't a good idea to interrupt the person you were working for from a conversation unless it was necessary. Elthrai idly touched upon his piercings, playing with the rings as he was prone to do when thinking about something. He turned his eyes back towards Kelly after scanning the room for any more trouble.

"I wouldn't worry too much about my paycheck. I have all the necessities to live in relative comfort. And of course, Miss Kelly, any night can be made better.."

He said with a small quirk of his lips, the expression bordering on a grin. He was always subtle with his facial expressions. It was probably to add to the mysterious allure. Or perhaps it was because he was just a very gentle and subtle person. That part was doubtful, however, given his background. Shrugging his shoulders lightly, he gave her a little bit more of an expression of interest.

"If water becomes too...bland, I'll be sure to make it up to you with something more..to your tastes."
 
Related? Now there was an idea that made a lot of sense. But was it really true? Or was it just that some people had similar scents? With a shrug, she smiled. "What's so weird about telling me you noticed something? I don't think it's rude at all." She smiled and shrugged, sure that she probably smelled a bit like Keane, too. Oh well. It's not like it was a secret that she was a giving woman.

She smiled as he continued to use the title "Miss" in front of her name. It was highly unnecessary, and she'd told him so before, but he continued to use it. "Well then, Mr. Elthrai," she said with a teasing little grin, "I'll be sure to tell you if I need more than a little water. I'm curious though...what would you make for me?" she asked tilting her head. "I'm curious to see if I'd like your taste..."
 
"Most people aren't accustomed to people with such strong senses, much less from across a crowded space filled with others. But then again, I'm not like regular people."

He gave her a wicked little grin as he pointed to his pointed ears that were partially hidden by his hair. Most knew about elves and whatnot, but some still played it off as people who liked to dress up and happened to either be extremely feminine men or very beautiful women. Regardless, the lighting also concealed some of his features and allowed him to blend in better. He liked being able to be one with the shadows in that aspect. Something his father would have been proud of, he suspected. When she posed her question, Elthrai let himself smile at her - a true little genuine smile.

"Probably something sweet, but not too sweet. With a bit of an edge to it, not sour or tart but tantalizing the taste buds. It would also have a little bit of an undertone, something that seduces that palette and dances on your tongue. Something that makes you sigh with temptation for more."

He never took his eyes off her as he spoke, eyes connecting squarely with her own. He enjoyed the mixture of purples and reds in her eyes, with little flecks of blue. Truly a unique color that he'd only come across a few times in his life and always amongst women. And the red hair did add to the allure. It always did.
 
Elthrai made the point of not being like most people. She thought that was a good thing. Most people were self-righteous and prudish. And for what? Because it seemed vulgar to be a sexual being? What a joke. She thought it was a perfectly natural thing to be, and didn't see the point of hiding that. She did see, however, that everyone had a preference. And it seemed that Elthrai's was usually to blend in. She respected it, but hoped that it was just because he liked it better, not because he'd been influenced by society to do so.

As he described the drink he'd make for her, her lips curled into a real grin. It sounded wonderful. "Mmm, sounds tempting. I might have to take you up on it if you're not busy later." Her eyes had a spark of playfulness as she flirted--a bit of laughter and mischief that seemed to draw one in. He was quite a sight as well--a handsome elf was a rare find in these parts, and he was very good at what he did. She really was tempted to try the drink, but also to try him out as well. That was, if he was temped enough to try her.
 
Elthrai wasn't a mind reader or anything, but he could read body language extremely well. Kelly was interested, musing on his behaviors, and trying to decide whether she wanted a drink or not. Being a sexual being was the most natural thing in the world. Every creature was sexual, whether it had a time frame during the year or was all year round mattered little to the half-Drow. Motioning to one of the other bartenders to take over, he gently moved to take Kelly's hand. He hoped to lead her over to a table if she was so inclined to allow him.

"It is a pretty delicious drink and something I only make by request if someone can't figure out what they are craving. I'm pretty handy with finding out those secret desires...."

Smiling at her, he bent his head down, just letting his breath warm the back of her hand. He didn't kiss it as he would normally be prone to do, instead, he just let her feel his breath for a moment before moving his head back up, eyes smiling with mischief. Normally, he wouldn't dare to hit on his boss no matter the interest, but it was different here. He could feel it in her body language. As long as their "fling," or "affair," didn't interfere with their work, he saw no problem in partaking of Kelly's offerings.

"Would you care to sit with me and muse on the evening?"
 
She blinked, raising an eyebrow as he took her hand in his. It was a warm, friendly hand--strong. But he wasn't overpowering in any sense. Delicate was the term. She liked that. It was a nice change. The bit about that drink being a special request item made her smirk. The comment after only made him more appealing. Now she was definitely interested.

She quirked an eyebrow as he let his breath warm her hand, rather than kissing it. Honestly, the whole hand-kissing thing was difficult to pull of in the right circumstances, so she was glad that he didn't do it. But it was a little odd to her. In any case, she was flattered that he told another bartender to take over. The redhead imagined he needed a break.

"Sure. I'd be glad to sit with you for awhile." She grinned and squeezed his hand, standing up so he could lead her off to the table he had in mind.
 
"Good, perhaps we can discuss what the rest of the evening might bring."

He said with a pleasant enough smile. He knew that some of his ways were foreign and strange, but since she didn't react negatively or turn away from him, he took that as a sign that she at least tolerated them. He grew up around Druids - all women - and had learned to be a prince, in a sense. A strong prince, not prince charming. He was never born or bred to be that. He would be a knight, but the Black Knight. As he walked out from behind the bar, he presented his arm to her for her to take. He was rarely this hospitable, but he thought that being pleasant would be easier on the both of them. It was better than him being expressionless. Besides, he was enjoying his evening with his boss in tow.

Leading her over to a table that wasn't too secluded but away from the noise enough to have decent conversation, Elthrai found himself thrumming with a bit of excitement. It'd been awhile since he'd enjoyed the company of a woman, and he was enjoying Kelly's flirtatious banter. As he pulled out her chair, he waited for her to sit before he moved his lips by her ear.

"You smell lovely, by the way..."

The words were whispered, but with enough of a seductive undertone that she wouldn't miss the meaning underneath it. As he pushed her chair in gently, he brushed his fingers along her shoulder and neck before seating himself across from her.
 
She smiled and took his arm as he came out from behind the bar, amused by the situation in general. She got a feel for the strong arm beneath the nice shirt her wore and smiled as he guided her to just the right table for conversation. It seemed he intended to enjoy her flirting awhile longer. She couldn't argue with that. It was a lot of fun to just banter with him.

Besides, this was likely the most polite person she'd be dealing with in the near future. Why not enjoy his presence? Perhaps even more later on. She took a seat after he pulled the chair out for her and shivered as he moved his lips to her ear and whispered to her. That she smelled good was pretty much a given, since she'd showered, but she could tell he meant it in a very sexual way. And as his fingers brushed along her shoulders and neck just sent a jolt of pleasure through her.

Well, well. It seemed as though he wanted a little play after all. The redhead was more than happy to talk to him about just that. "Thank you," she purred. "Tell me," she said, leaning into him a bit, her spring water setting on the table. "Based on this evening so far, how do you think the rest of the night will go?"
 
"I think it will be....a very pleasurable...night."

He grinned as he looked at her, seeing the signs that she was feeling arousal. The light tint of a blush on her skin, the look of mischief in her eyes, the way she spoke in that flirtatious manner. He drank it all in. It was a lovely difference between the obvious lust some of the patrons had shone him. Sometimes he preferred it, other times he liked the banter and subtlety. A waitress came over and brought him a bottle of water as well. He was feeling parched and didn't ever drink on the job - even when he was enjoying someone's company. As he said, he was pretty by the book on things. Even when people asked him to share a drink, he usually only drank half before tossing it. He had a high tolerance for drinking as he had grown up around Druids who had a particular fondness for drinking, he still preferred to have his wits about him. Especially around beautiful women who happened to be his boss.

"What do you predict, oh, Lady Fair?"

He said with a certain bit of accent. Druids were Celts and most Celts lived in Ireland and it was there that some of his accent bled into his words. He didn't regularly have one, but that's because he hid it along with his origins. When he used it, it showed that he was enjoying himself a little bit more than he normally let on. Coupled with a grin, he showed just how much he was enjoying his employer's company.
 
She did love a man with an accent, and Elthrai's was very nice. She had a thing for the Celtic accent. Kelly was smiling when his water arrived, his prediction having been enough to make her grin. It seemed as though he was already enjoying himself. She hoped she could take that pleasure up a notch.

"I'm thinking it's going to be busy downstairs," she said, just barely teasing. "But I think you'll have a nice long break to help tide you over," she said, leaning her chin on a hand, her eyes locked on his again, enjoying the particular shade of them. "But over all, I see a pleasurable evening myself."
 
"Oh? A nice long break, love?"

He said, allowing his accent to seep in more as he noticed her happy little reaction to it. The smile on her lips told so much but most people wouldn't pick up on it. He was a fan of subtleties. Elthrai picked up his water and sipped it slowly, noting all the activity. He wanted some place quieter though, but he was a patient man. He would wait until his lovely boss suggested something else. He wondered if she would given her body cues. He smirked at her as she put her chin on her hand and leaned forward, baring some of her pleasant assets to him. He couldn't help but let his eyes drift downward and take note of her ample cleavage.

"Describe this pleasurable evening to me."

He said, his accent still present but there was an undertone that was both seductive yet demanding. He was starting to try to get under her skin. To try to see what he could make her say and give. He was testing the waters, so to speak, to see what exactly he could get away with without giving much quarter in return. It was going to turn into a game of wills very quickly.
 
And there was the accent coloring the rich tones of his voice again. The subtle tones pleased her greatly, especially since it seemed he was letting himself hear it too. Good. Kelly loved when people were themselves. Especially when those people were handsome men with sexy accents.

"Oh, I think you deserve a nice long break after all your hard work, don't you?" she gave him a dazzling little smile and noticed exactly where his eyes went as she leaned forward. She didn't mind. In fact, she was flattered that he was so openly interested.

"Well, I think we'll do a lot of business, and we'll have plenty of fine customers, and if you want to spend your break with me I can describe a whole new kind of pleasure for you," she purred seductively. She grinned, not really one to hold back from others when they were both interested. Not unless that's what they wanted.
 
"Describe this pleasure for me, I would love to hear all about it."

He said, lowering his voice a little, deepening the sound of it as he leaned forward at well, taking in the color of her eyes as he looked over her pose and body. Interested was an understatement at this point. It was quite apparent that she wanted more than just a little taste. And he was quite willing to indulge her. Moving a hand, he gently traced his finger tips along the edge of her lips and cheek, careful not to over step any boundaries as he looked at her. She was quite the beautiful woman, and her wit and banter was just as enticing. Smirking to himself, he found his eyes trailing over every curve he could see.

"Care to move to some place more...private? I would love to continue this conversation without being overheard..."
 
She grinned as he told her he wanted to hear more. Well, that was that--Kelly had him where she wanted him, and he seemed happy to oblige. Of course, she hadn't quite known that he'd touch her, but she didn't mind--his finger tips sending a little jolt of electricity through her pleasure center. Just as he was checking her out, she let her eyes wander a bit before she answered him.

"Certainly. Perhaps you'd like to see the penthouse?" she offered, grinning a bit. She didn't mind bringing him back up to her room if he didn't.
 
And there it was. He had won. He may have said somewhere more private, but he hadn't been offering anything - not in the way she may have anticipated. When she asked if he wanted to see the penthouse, that was when his little banter battle with her had been won. If she had asked something more along the lines of, "what did you have in mind?" she could have won that, but in this, he had won. She had offered a place for them to go. Quite a little vixen, his boss was. He didn't mind it in the least.

"I wouldn't mind that at all....Miss Kelly..."

He supplied, mischief winking in his eyes. His smirk was much darker now though still seductive. His other side was coming out. The side that wasn't so gentlemanly and much more feral. As much as he knew other supernatural beings were employed here, he doubted very much that she had ever encountered a Drow - even a half-Druid one. Most Drow males were raised around women, but used in a rather deplorable manner and practically slaves. He'd been treated as an equal, a lover, and a seducer in his own way. He had an edge most men didn't have - knowing the female body more intimately than most ever would. Every woman was different in pleasure centers and pleasure spots, but it took a certain kind of man to find those places. He was that type of man. Offering his hand up to her, he smirked in his dark manner.

"Lead the way, Miss Kelly..."
 
She didn't mind having lost whatever competition she'd unwittingly been a part of. Kelly could be a great loser. Especially when she was getting what she wanted anyway. And the look on his face told her he was happy about the invitation. Still, he played it cool enough for her to appreciate his restraint. "Well then. Let's be on our way." That said, she took a drink of her water and set the empty glass down. The redhead stood and offered her hand to him before leading him toward the VIP elevator and one step closer.

That dark grin sent shivers down her spine, and she was glad that she'd come back down to visit the club after all. Things were under control now, and it was time to show her thanks.

((Continued in the elevator when Hahvy's ready.))
 
After she enjoyed herself in a live video and being tied up for the crowd, Scarlett returned to the bar area as she tried to enjoy herself with quiet company before she took the stage and strip for the crowd. She was in the mood to get another drink for herself without feeling tipsy, but the pink-haired succubus didn’t want to hamper her anticipated performance. With her high heels clicking on the ground, she took sat on one of the empty stools and sighed, hoping to get the go-ahead from one of her bosses to kick of the party for real. She didn’t mind waiting, but the length of it started to piss her off greatly.

Some of the people at the bar greeted her warmly while a couple of guys tried to take advantage of the situation. However, the demoness politely declined the seedy invitation that they proposed to her. It seemed that things in the area were under control. Using her vision one of her bosses was with apparently a co-worker. Things began to really heat up since she left briefly. Hopefully something fun comes her way.
 
The long black limousine parked near the pavement, across the street from the Club's entrance, and a figure stepped from the passenger seat, attending his own door. As his gaze turned towards the entrance to his destination, the Masquerade mask was revealed, shrouding his face. But this was soon removed, for his face to gaze properly at the scene. The young features of his face, belied his age, as a small grin formed over his lips. The mask, he threw inside the Limousine, only to close the door and let it drive off, leaving the young man behind. The heavy robe he wore, only showed the stylish suit bellow it, when ever wind pulled at it and even his hands remained hidden, behind black gloves.
The man sat on his way, destination being the Club. He stretched his fingers, and tightened his fists, behind the cloth of the long sleeved robes, as his charming smile prepared him for this night of busines.
As he reached the front door, he was asked to remove his robe, doing so without question, only to be checked for anything in his suit. He had brought nothing that could ruin his business here, so it was quickly accepted. He was also asked to not wear his robe in the club, to which he replied to with a slight pout, throwing the robe over his arm in acceptance.

Teal entered the Club, his blue eyes scanning around the room, with a discreet smile across his lips. Just the sort of scene, he'd enjoy. If he was on his spare time, yet he was not. He was here merely with buisness at mind, even though the plentyful lovely ladies, might catch more of his attention then he would like. He walked to give over his robe to who'ever cared for guests jackets, not really caring to bring it back home either way. Robes where cheap.
Teal walked towards the counters, his eyes observing the neat interior, as his black gloved hands, folded behind his back.
Once he reached the counter, his eyes moved patiently about, hoping to catch an Employees attention. Though his eyes couldn't help but notice Scarlett nearby, and his head tilted slightly, looking at the beautiful woman's eyes. He found the female quite fascinating, his blue eyes not moving from hers, did she return the stare or not, as he awaited service.
 
Samuel smiled as he looked over at her,he felt that it was time for some fun, he looked at her and moved extremely close to her, his face only a few inches from her own as he smiled warmly. He nodded, "well then, I think that a tour would do some serious good thing, one has to know what a VIP area, is like to be able to use it properly," he commented with a bit of a grin forming on his lips as he then got to his feet, "Well now, you lead the way, off to some adventure and all that," he commented.
 
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