Guilty Pleasure (NightWingxNotte)

[NightWing]

The lights went back down, the music went back up, as Jean Claude walked off the stage, the owner of Guilty Pleasures, and Aurora's boss. She was a dancer here, one of the best female vamp dancers they had. She would manipulate a room, make the mood all the better, increase the need for her, the desire, their love for the show. It general increased the business for the club, and the dollar bills that got shoved into whatever was left on her by the end of her show. It helped that she had extreme skill with the power of glamor, bending light, or interrupting the mind of those around her, to make things seem real that aren't really there. Makes for great shows when people think your doing magic when really your making illusions.

She walked out on stage and swiftly whipped herself into a furry of dancing, the sexual tension in the room increasing by the second as she danced around the stage, bending over backwards to except tips by mouth, opening her g-string to the other side of the walk out for more tips. Aurora worked the stage, her skill at her job obvious, and the reason for her being one of the best, undeniable. When the song ended she smiled, gathered her tips and walked slowly back off stage. She had another show in about 2 hours, but for now she would work the room. She needed to rest, the next show would require her skills more then this one did. As the clients would be getting tired later at night, so she would have to 'boost' the mood more often.

 

[Notte]

Notte watched from the back of the room, hidden deep within a dark corner, she had the shadows wrapped around her. The darkness was her domain and she lived there with an almost scandalous need. The majority of dancer's here bored her - but it was rude to turn down a request from a friend. Especially when said friend held in his employ the gem that animated the light. It was only her, this vampire of the light, that she had eyes for. Ironic since they were complete opposite, Aurora's light to her darkness. However, the darkness always craved the light to make it's own depth shine vibrate in its black beauty.

Her eyes feasted upon Aurora as she danced, the woman moved like a graceful swan. Her eyes roamed over every move, every limb that flew out, every backward bend that would have her breasts sprouting into the air. Whenever she saw this woman dance, her fangs would drop with the desire to sink her fangs into her body and taste heaven. Only, it wasn't just blood she wanted, she wanted to drink down the womans liquid desire, bask in her scent. An ache throbbed deep in her breast, in the heart that had long since been dead.

 

[NightWing]

Walking off stage Aurora's arm was caught lightly. Jean Claude smiled at her and Aurora smiled back. "Very nice set tonight Darling." He said, the words smoothing themselves out on the air. "But I have a friend here tonight who would be interested in meeting you. She, is your type." He added the last part and it peaked Aurora's interest. "Made of Nightmares?" Aurora asked hoping she was reading him correctly. With a nod Jean Claude let her go. "You'll find her near the back I'm sure, check the shadows. Her name is Notte." He said slipping back out on stage to introduce the next dancer. And with that Aurora went back to her dressing table and dressed back into her gold corset, gold pair of panties and a matching garter belt, holding up white fishnets that disappear into gold high heeled boots that cover up to her thighs. Her red hair sang against the gold color and seemed to reflect the light and make her shine as she walked out into the very dim lights.

Aurora walks out into the main room, walking about slowly making her way back to the rear of the building, she collected extra tips and compliments as she walked. But she saw her, the woman draped in shadows. She couldn't make out exactly what she looked like, but she could see her figure and it excited her as much as possible. Slowly she walked up and leaned against the wall near the woman, her voice low enough that she knew the woman would be the only one to hear. "Welcome to Guilty Pleasures, Miss Notte. Jean Claude told me you wished to meet me." She turned to look directly into the shadows, "I must say, I am delighted."

 

[Notte]

Notte's body trembled with restrained excitement, but she bade the darkness to wash over her and keep her calm as she faced this light angel. Slowly, very slowly, she let the shadows drop from her upper body. At first her face was revealed - showing pale white flawless skin. Dark brown eyes that sucked a person into the deep wells. Outlined by a thick layer of eyeliner and eyeshadow that made them look hauntingly beautiful. Lightly blushed cheeks that gave high color and accented her exotic facial features. Her nose was medium but seemed to fit her face, adding to heart shape of it. Large, plump and generous lips painted in a deep scarlet pulled up into a half smile. Adding to the mystery of what the woman was thinking. Wild hair set atop her head, but wouldn't stay in place, so wisps of them hung around her shoulders playfully.

The shadows continued to pull away, revealing ample sized breasts that would fit perfectly into ones palm, should they be released from the tight prison of the corset that drew them together and pushed them forward. The corset was a deep red color and showed off the plump curvy figure of an hourglass. Her hips were rather large and the black velvet skirt hugged around them to flare down like a black waterfall to be lost in the darkness of shadows that still clung about her legs.

Bowing her head towards the woman, she smiled, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Mon Ange Léger."

 

[NightWing]

Aurora let the smile on her face show as her amber eyes slid along the boy frame and face of this woman. She was absolutely flawless and just her type, there was no mistaking why Jean Claude had sent her out to see this woman. Her mind played with the idea of letting her hands flow along the ample curves and sensual skin of the woman in front of her. Her eyes caught her more then anything, the darkness in them, the need to continue to stare was there without Vampire power being invoked, this was natural to Miss Notte, her eyes were perfect.

"Bienvenue aux plaisirs coupables, mon obscurité" She answered in flawless french, welcoming her to the club and returning her compliment with one of her own, her darkness. "Viendrez-vous avec moi?" She added and motioned for her to follow her toward the back rooms where the two of them could talk more freely and be more private. Aurora was excited by the idea that this woman came here and was here for her, other wise Jean Claude wouldn't have said a word to her, and she had to be of equal power to her, or Jean Claude would never have entertained the idea of her being alone with this woman. He was always trying to find her a partner these days, since he had recently found his own.

 

[Notte]

Notte followed along beside the woman, the shadows still clinging tightly to her, obscuring her view from the other patrons. Her eyes stayed forward as she moved in leisure of the womans company, however one just had to look close enough to notice that she saw everything - that is if you could see into her darkness. As they walked passed Jean-Claude, she smiled and let her darkness reach out to caress him, a sisterly touch. A soft murmured, "Merci."

As they reached the doors to the back room, she opened them and ushered Aurora in before following. The room was dimly lit by candles and Notte seemed to fade into the darkness of it - a natural habit. With a shudder, she dropped the shadows completely from her and seemed to emerge from the shadows. With the shadows completely gone, she stood out like a pale rose. Her corset shimmered while the light played over it, showing a lacy black design over a scarlet background - making her seem all the more like a dark flower. One thats true beauty could only be shown in the night. Her velvet skirt could be seen in color and it matched the scarlet of her corset, it hung down around her like a blood fountain, bleeding behind her across the floor.