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Dark Sins Inn

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Anjeru

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Off in a remote corner of Blue Moon, in a forested grove, lies a tavern. The forest spans a mile in each direction. One path is the only means of transportation to the haven's door step. It's a three story oak building; on the first floor lies the tavern's bar and dining. The bar is long and made of black marble, optimal choices of liquior linging the back wall's shelves, the wall itself was one large mirror. There were a good number of polished, wood tables, two matching chairs at each. A staircase that led upstairs would fall into the back center of the room, dividing the room into two equal portions; the bar half lie on the right and to the left was a relaxing lounge. There were four amazingly soft couches, two to each wall, back and front. On the building's left wall was a very large marble fireplace. Fur rugs lined the lounge's floor. Up the stairs were ten very large bed rooms which all consisted of king sized silk beds, and large marble bathrooms(people said that the rooms generalities would change to suit the needs and wants of their inhabitants). The rooms were well beyond luxurious; and if one bothered to look to where the naked eye could not see, the room's had special...accessories, for such the patron's enjoyment. The stairs to the third floor could only be accessed by the owner, The Accursed Valkyrie that serves Sidonie, Blue Moon's Goddess of Pleasure and its Creator. Such an ordinary looking tavern, on the outside, yet so elegant on the inside. A tavern much visited despite its well enclosed choice of habitance.

The closest dwelling lies in a city a few miles off west; this is where the tavern's reputation is spread. Passing from mouth to mouth among the people, not because of its appearance but of what was said to go on in said place. The men and women who worked there all wore collars; there were said to be two colors, gold and silver. The silver workers were nothing out of the ordinary, the worked the bar, served the customers, and such. It was the gold collared workers that people talked about. It was said that they specialized only in servicing a customer's sexual needs, rather than their biological ones, like eating, drinking, and sleeping.

It was said that this place was enchanted by the Valkyrie, to be a tribute to Sidonie and her ways of pleasure. Why did they say this, people wondered. It was because this was a place for not only rest and luxury, but for sins and fantasies alike.

This place was called - "Dark Sins Inn."

(Anyone is welcome, and if you want to be a worker, you're also more than welcome to be one. Silver collars are normal workers, Gold collars are the pleasure workers. Sex is allowed anywhere in the tavern and it not restricted to the bedroom, unless wished as such by the worker, or patron involved in said sex. This is allowed because this tavern specializes in granting fantasies. You're more than welcome to PM me questions and suggestions.)
 
In a puff of black flames, mimicking the appearance of ivy vines, Amber suddenly appears on the doorstep of a curious establishment. Word had came to her through one of her conquests, a tasty meal along her wandering. Apparently, the rules against sex slaves didn't apply in the middle of this forest. Or...they were paid well enough so as to not complain? Pondering this, she shifts in the nearly sheer black shift clinging to her every curve right down past her knees. Wrapping a delicate hand around the handle, she swings open the door and steps inside, her stiletto heels announcing her presence on the oaken floor.

Glancing around with pristine blue eyes, her ringlet curls bounce against her high cheek bones. "Allo?" she calls out in a sweet voice, her eyes adjusting to the warm lighting of the darkly decorated and cozy inn. Taking a few more steps into the establishment, hips swinging, she takes in the plush couches with great delight. But first, she'd need a fruity drink.
 
There was no real grace in the arrival that followed the female. In fact, an obvious taint of the unorthodox hovered on the boy as he practically spilled himself onto the oak floors. "Feh...damn it..." A voice, feigning it's cool as frustration seemed to boil from the corners of it's tone spoke, not to anyone in particular, however. His jade eyes fixed to the wooden surface that had destroyed his momentum, harshly, and seemed to glare. This boy, was relatively tall, probably an inch off of six feet, or so. Messy, but vibrant locks of crimson hung over his eyes after he pried himself from the floorboards. Sitting up, he rested his hindquarters on his own heels. Each cheek claiming a vinyl sole, marked with the signature "All star" logo that Converse brand was notorious for. Tan flesh peeked from between the buttons and seams of his shirt, rippled with toned and tense muscle. A thin layer of sweat glistened off each little curve, and gave him that startling yet succulent scent of the lycanthrope. A strange magic woven in with his pores, that released endorphins almost constantly. A small bead of blood had obviously been vainly wiped from the corner of his mouth, for it was simply streaked from corner to his cheek.

 
Turning on a sharp heel, the woman takes in the male's youthful appearance, and almost chuckles at the poor thing. It seemed he was still struggling with his entrances. Stooping politely, she turns her knees to the side so as to retain her appearance of being ladylike. "You okay, Sweetheart?" she inquires, quirking a well sculpted brow, a curl brushing close to soft, petal pink lips. Holding out a delicate hand to the youth, she smiles a bit, taking in the smear of blood. Poor thing must have busted his lip on that collision with the floor. Of course, her interest was mainly to do with the boys almost intoxicating scent. He just about oozed energy, and as a creature that feeds off the existence of others, how on earth could she ignore such a presence?
 
Xandra watched the two new patrons come in with a slight interest, but she tried not to acknowledge them. She didn't particularly enjoy doing what she did, but she was hired here and given a gold collar like most of the other women who worked here. She suspected she was chosen for this position not only for her beauty, but for the novelty of someone fucking a ghost. She imagined that something like that had to interest someone in that way, but she doubted it. The only things that really differentiated her from a normal human at this point were her powers and a certain whispiness that followed her around constantly.
 
Kael looked to the female whom so quickly came to his aid, and quirked a brow. What in seven hells did she want? Like a woman of her obvious stature had any business helping someone of his own obvious low-society level. Never the less, he couldn't help but /want/ to take her hand. With a sigh, and a steady hand, he wrapped her hand, taking it lightly as he slowly rose. "Yes...I'm fine...thanks..." He said, eyes obviously averting to other places than the curves they wished to gorge their gazes on. Eventually, they simply fell and lingered on the one whom seemed less eager to come to his rescue, not at all eager to strike up a conversation, though he obviously seemed curious of the people in this establishment...they were dressed in a sultry manner that wasn't found in many other places.
 
Rising up in time with him, she makes certain he's steady on his feet before relinquishing his hand. Smiling faintly as she notices him try so hard to be polite and keep his eyes to himself even with her rather revealing choice in clothing. Brushing her hand along her own cheek, she chuckles a bit. "You've got a little something, right here," she murmurs, mimicking the trail of blood against her own cheek before turning to the same woman the red head had noticed.

"Evening," she murmurs with a very slight inclination of the head. "Is there a bartender on duty, or perhaps I should help myself?" she inquires while running a hand through her curls.
 
At the back end of the second floor hall, a staircase shimmered into view. A vision in white descended upon them and came down from the third floor. As soon as the woman's bare feet hit the second floor hall, the staircase disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. Those cold blue eyes of the Valkyrie would look to the normal staircase; she heard voices. Ah, so the rumors of her tavern had spread at last. She moved down the hall and descended the normal stairs to come into the tavern's main room. She surveyed her patrons and idly twirled a strand of her multi-hued hair around her finger; the texture and color of her hair reminded so many of fire. Red, orange, yellow, and even the very tips were white. The silver collar on her neck gleamed brightly against her pale and milky soft skin; even as the owner, she too wore a collar, but just of basic service. She did not want her workers to treat her any differently than each other. As a Valkyrie she'd seen the harsh realities of life and wanted to give her workers proper respect and treatment.

"Good evening to you all," she purred with a smile as she made her way to stand behind the bar - she was wearing her white greek-inspired dress that only came together at a clasp on one shoulder. It was breezy and cool, and allowed her ample ability to move. A small smile spread across her pink lips, "you're more than welcome to help yourselves. However, I can get you drinks too if you wish it."
 
The boy quirked a brow at the new female. Bare footed, adorned in a silver collar. Alright, so this place was strange. No matter, he could use a drink, right? Damn right. His tongue flicked out to sneak the remaining blood smudge from his lips, and glanced at this new arrival. A female of milky white flesh, equally attractive, if in different ways, as the first he had met. "Eh...can I have a glass of water, please? ... Tall? No ice?" The tone he spoke with seemed unsure of itself, though, it was an artificial doubt that hung on his tongue. Shoving his fingers into his pockets, he let his thumbs point to the zipper of his pants. Falling into a nearby chair, he propped one foot up on another, and sighed. It was nice to take a load off, but nicer to do it on purpose.
 
She smiles faintly and bows to the Valkyrie, curls spilling over her shoulders, framing her face, giving her a much more innocent appearance than is appropriate. "Good evening, indeed. If you don't mind, I would love a spiked raspberry tea, whatever these places are calling it today," she murmurs with a shake of the head, moving over to drape herself along the length of one of the couches, letting out a sigh of contentment. It seemed the woman paid the collars absolutely no attention whatsoever, even though they were a trademark of the establishment. After all, collars were a pretty common thing in her line of work.
 
Anjeru smiled and nodded in turn, to the both of them. "Coming right up, for the both of you. Please enjoy yourselves and relax." She said it in all honesty; the lands were often in turmoil and a place like this to relax was hard to come by. At least, until recently.

The Valkyrie turned and moved to the right side of the bar, setting two glasses on the bar top. She took a pitcher of water and poured the boy's drink, before setting it back into the small fridge beneath the back of the bar. She then went about making the lady's spiked raspberry tea. When she was finished, she picked up both glasses and first wandered her way over to the male.

"Here you are, nice cold water." She dipped her head and handed him the drink. Then she made her way to the lounge, coming up to the female to hand her the drink. "Spiked raspberry tea for you, m'lady." With a smile, she turned and walked on bare feet to the bar again; this was her place of relaxation, her home, and she was comfortable being bare footed here.

Anjeru leaned down and pressed a button on a small electrical device. When she did, music filled the room; this music was different, however. The music would sound different to each person. When the notes would reach their ears, they would form whatever music the patron wanted to listen to.
 
Kael's jade eyes wandered over the hand of Anjeru as she offered his glass to him. With a faint smile, and a soft "Thank You" he took, and sipped the glass. Wrapping it in his fingers and leaving it to rest in his hip while he sat slouched in the chair. His right hand, still resting in the pocket, kept still as a windless lake, while the left slowly drew circles with it's wrist, making the water slowly spin inside the glass. The boy did well to keep his gaze largely fixed on his beverage. There were too many indecent females in the room, not that it didn't add a pleasing warmth to his blood, but, it was certainly something he was not used to. He took another sip, slow and steady. Raising the glass to his lips with care, he made sure that he did not reveal the teeth behind his lips, for as far as he had seen, not many took kindly to his race.
 
The male was doing well in hiding what he was, but to Anjeru, as a moderator and a valkyrie no less, there were no secrets. She didn't mind though. To her, all were welcome. If troubles arose, she would be the one to squash them before they take root. Drama was not welcome here; this place was merely for the enjoyment of all of one's senses.

To her, the music was a band she favored, called Within Temptations and idly, she hummed "What Have you Done". Her thin, long, elegant fingers wrapped around a bottle of Tequila from the shelf. She poured herself of half glass before setting the bottle back against the wall. She enjoyed that she could intake a lot more liquior than mortals because she favored the liquid so.
 
Anjeru reached down behind the bar and wrapped her fingers around a small sign, in which she put atop the bar a moment later. It Self-Serve Bar, as she was headed back out for now. Padding on her bare feet, she slipped out the front door. She took a deep breath of the calm air around her, letting the cool of air caress her skin. Once again those wings of hers were quick to sprout free from her back and she pushed herself up into the air. High above the treeline, she observed the area before flying off to find something to keep her occupied.
 
Xandra went up to the bar and served herself now that it was open. She might have been on the clock, but having the gold collar meant that she was bored out of her mind until someone decided to take her, usually on the spot. She didn't really like it at first, but now the thrill of sex in a public place excited her. She was not at all the free spirit her little sister was. Death had opened her mind to new things.
 
The jade eyed boy kept silent watch on the two females while they remained in sight. Not suspiciously, but more in the way that one might nonchalantly enjoy the presence of fine artwork. Of course, the simple fact that the tavern's innards were so very accommodating may have played a roll in the whole overtone. A sip of his water, and he was teetering over the edge of curiosity. The collars sure seemed to be the theme here, but exactly what did they mean? Perhaps it was that he still carried a young mind's naivety, but he tried to discount the chance that they were meant for slave purposes.
 
Glancing over at the red head, she smiles slightly noticing the common point of interest. Sitting up, she swivels the drink in her hand. "You can take the one in the gold collar if you want. She probably wouldn't be so bored," she informs him with a throaty chuckle, curls coming alive with the sudden motion. Standing, she moves to put a bit more vodka in her tea, feeling it wasn't quite strong enough to warm her properly. "And I wouldn't mind the show," she adds with a devious grin and a playful wink over her shoulder.
 
The lycan's brow quirked, so much so that it seemed he was entirely flustered. His mind blanked. A few moments passed before he realized he was rather spacing out, and, with a shake of the head, he replied. "Er...what do you mean 'take'? ... what kind of place is this, exactly?" He sipped his water in an effort to draw some kind of relief from it, in vain, for it seemed he was now officially off-put by the circumstances.
 
Amber cracks up, clutching at the bar top to help stable her in her stilettos. "Oh darling, surely you didn't wander here completely oblivious, did you?" she inquires, turning to face him, elbows on the bar, resting all her weight on her arms. "Take her. Fuck her. Have your way with her. Sex, Darling. I mean sex," she says, her humor still tinting her words. "This is an establishment of pleasure, however it may come to you." Shaking her head, she runs her hands through her curls, cold blue gaze focusing on the naive man child. "The golden collars are for the individuals here devoted to sexual services. The silver means that they serve the other purposes of such an establishment," she explains, head resting on a delicate hands, a smile on pink lips.
 
The boy's eyes went wide for a moment, before they relaxed, and a faint grin twitched into existence on his lips. For sex? Well, he could do that, he supposed. Hell, it had been a long time since he had been treated to such a, well, treat. Certainly the gold-collared girl looked well enough to have his way with. Gently, the glass met the table nearest him, and he rose. "Oh..I see..." Those jade eyes slowly rolled over the curves of this woman, obviously he'd made a slight fool of himself, but that was no matter. With his head on the right way, he grinned, noting she did not have a collar. "Perhaps, the ones without the collars are the one I ought worry about then, yes?" The boy smiled, before sipping his water once again, letting it clatter onto a table as he wandered to Xandra, eyes doing an equal amount of wandering as he did so. He did what he could to remain quiet, though the soft squeaks of his shoes may easily have given him away.
 
Making her way to the couch, hips swaying in a pronounced pattern, she resumes her previous position, eyeing him over just as he was the ladies in this establishment, taking in his youthful, muscular frame coupled with his stark shade of hair. The boy was cute. "Oh, we all wear collars. Some are just more metaphoric than others, Darling. But yes, little boy. You should probably show some concern when it comes to me," she warns playfully, taking a long swig from her alcoholic tea. If she were lucky, he'd take that as a challenge and she'd have some entertainment all her own. If not, she'd still enjoy the show he could very likely put on.
 
An ear twitched beneath the boy's shaggy red locks. Certainly, the female was lucky, for such a boy as Kael had quite the sense of competition. His body slowly turned, brow quirked yet again, and a sly smile written delicately over his lips. "Well, you've certainly got my 'concern' now." Like a pair of wolves regarding sheep, his eyes swept over her hastily. Each of his long strides took him closer, till he could easily smell her fragrance, and that of her drink. It was sweet, and he couldn't help but wish for a taste of each.
 
Watching his determined approach with cool blue eyes, the corners of pink lips turn up ever so playfully. Enjoying the attention, she was hardly phased at all by his hungry glances, in fact, she even went so far as to stretch ever so slightly in the sheer fabric, straining the black mesh against her tanned flesh. "Well you seem to be rather reckless to be so blatant in your curiosity about a concern. That could be dangerous," she warns him, sipping at her tea. Though, to be honest, the succubus rarely delighted in killing off her conquests. After all, if you kill the chicken, you get one good meal. But if you tend to the chicken and build yourself a coop, you have eggs for life. It was more fun to play games and nibble than destroy lives in one fell stroke.
 
"Dangerous? You?" The boy quirked his brow, and looked her over yet again. Perhaps he was missing something, but it didn't seem to be a very big something if in fact there was something to be worried about. In any case, he simply left his brow raised, and leaned towards her. Falling nearly face to face, he caught himself with hands against the couches back, nose oh so close to touching hers. "What exactly might I have to be so worried about?"
 
"Yes, Little Darling. Dangerous," she replies, laughing at his brazen confidence. In this world, appearance meant nothing. A tiny little girl can be immensely dangerous in the right circumstances. But then, confidence was a great amount of fun for the succubus. Smiling up at him, she presses the tip of her nose against his. "Because I could eat your soul, and then you wouldn't be much fun at all, now would you?" she inquires with that same devious grin he had decided to put on today, her blue eyes locked with his green ones, blond curls splayed out all around her hair like a golden halo, deceitful to her nature's very core.
 
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