My Gothic Goddess ((Femmedestroyer and Openots))

[MironaX]

If you were to wander the darker, seedier corners of New York for awhile, you might just run across an ominous little dance club called "The Dark". The title might not be that original, or creative, but it is entirely accurate. Once inside one is treated to an ambiance like none other. The floors and walls are made of a rare form of black marble, with seems so perfect one can barely tell they are there. White marble pillars rise to the ceiling spaced perfectly throughout the club, and from their bases, rose vines climb all the way to the top, where they join at the violet crystal chandelier. A bar made from exquisite redwood caters to nearly every taste imaginable, and from above the bar, various gothic themed bands delight the crowds with dark rhythms and a truly grim aesthetic. The main dance-floor in the center of the main area was lit only by black-lights. While the hallways, and VIP areas, were lit by actual torches. Velvet loveseats, corners piled with cushions, and private booths hidden by black curtains, all these things made for an exotically irresistible ambiance that continued to lure patrons night after night. Even though not a single patron can recall it having ever being built.

The owner of this little dark haven is a tall, and nearly inhumanly beautiful woman who calls herself, Nightingale. She stands over six feet tall, long black hair hangs down as smooth as silk to her thighs. And vibrant green eyes betray wisdom beyond her years. She adorns herself simply, but elegantly, with only sparse jewelry, golden hoops for her ears, an onyx necklace, golden rings for her wrist. And the rest is an elegant one piece dress made of silk so fine it has no equal. It hangs from one shoulder, leaving her other bare, exposing her milky skin, tempting those who look upon her to dare test their luck on her graces. It hugs her body in all the right places, hinting at what lays beneath. Her chest stands out strongly, being heavy and firm, large enough to cause all men to stagger with desire. Her hips broad, and her waist almost too thin....almost. The dress has a fine slit running down her right thigh, so that in just the right positions, she is exposed almost up to the hip.

Though she is well known to have eclectic tastes. Sometimes men, sometimes women. But everyone who shares her bed never returns the same as they were....almost as though no living being could ever compare, in an entire lifetime of passion, to that one transcendent night. But this night she is hungry, for youth. She stands above the band, in her private VIP lounge, staring off the balcony into the moving mass of people below. Searching for something that might catch her interest, her desires. For tonight she hungers, and that hunger is neither shallow, nor easily sated.

 

[Openots]

To say Mia was a ‘good girl’ would have been a blatant lie. It seemed at every chance she got… she liked to cause trouble and make people miserable. At school, she was a frequent visitor of the In School Suspension class as well as detention. That wasn’t to say… she didn’t have any friends. She had her own small group who sat with her at lunch as well as the occasional girlfriend though it seemed she had a new one every other week. Mia had popped plenty of cherries around the High School and was rather infamous for targeting the new girls at the school… or damn near anyone she pleased; rumors even said that she managed to seduce a teacher once. Rumors swirled around the teenager like a maelstrom… very few of them true, but Mia enjoyed the game… letting the other students and teachers think whatever they pleased about her.

She was a fairly attractive girl standing at about five foot three, she was also quite slender. Her hair was dyed a mixture of black and red and was often styled so it hung randomly down to her shoulders, leaving it so it purposely looked messy. Bright… almost acid green hues were usually covered by the messy bangs. Because of her slender frame… she wasn’t exactly busty, though her hips had a bit of a curve to them. In fact, if she ever cleaned up, she could have been considered ‘cute’ but it would take a near death experience to even budge the girl’s opinion on that sort of thing. Her right ear had a small hoop through the lobe and several studs going through the upper part of her ear while her left ear was practically lined with the silver hoops. A single hoop pierced her lip as well as one on her left nostril.

Tonight though… she had heard of this club called “The Dark” where one of her favorite band happened to be playing. Of course… she was thrilled, but clubs usually didn’t let minors in. Maybe she’d be able to sneak in… or something.

After school got out, she practically flew home, locking her door and getting ready. Her room was… well… a bit of a sty. Clothes littered the floor and the walls were completely covered with band posters. Walking over to her dresser, she pulled out a lacy black thong… just in case she happened to catch the eye of some gorgeous woman while she was at the club. Digging through her closet, she pulled out a black corset and a matching skirt. The corset was made to give her bust a little more ‘oomph!’ though her waist didn’t need to be any smaller. Lacing up the corset, she followed with the skirt which hung down to her ankles, the long garment made of several layers of a thin black material, giving the illusion that a person could see through it if they looked long enough. Finally, she finished off the outfit with stockings and a pair of leather boots with a nice thick heel that went all the way up to her knee. After lacing them up, she looked in the mirror and adjusted her outfit before applying a coat of black lipstick. Grinning at the mirror, she turned and left her room, knowing that she would probably arrive at the club after dark.

Sure enough… she was right. The sun had just set when the bus stopped and by the time she made her way through the maze of streets she finally found the club. Surprisingly enough… no one stopped her from going inside. Looking around, the dark lips parted with amazement at the gorgeous interior. She had expected something akin to an underground garage… or a techno parlor… not anything quite as amazing as this. Almost instantly, she regretted not dragging one of her friends along, realizing that she knew absolutely no one here. With a small sigh, she ran a hand through her hair before walking over to the bar, running a finger along the polished wood, taking a seat on one of the seats. From what she could tell, the place had just opened since people were still filing in. Maybe she’d find someone with that she could bum around with… or maybe take her back to their place.

 

[MironaX]

Nightingale sighed as the clubs patrons slowly started filtering in. It would be an hour or so before the club was full. Until then, she had only a meager handful of mortals to choose from. The band was still setting up it's equipment and testing, so even the music wasn't ready to soothe her needs. With less than a passing thought she materialized a drink in her hands, something not even of this world. No worldly alcohol had the potency to affect a god, only divine Ambrosia or Demons Blood could intoxicate one. The thick black liquid in her crystal glass was the latter. As she sipped it she sped up her mortal perception of time, allowing the minutes to pass like seconds until she found what she needed. It didn't take long before her godly eyes found a most intriguing young woman.

"Dathar..." She said plainly, her voice crystal clear, but deep and powerful. Within an instant a man wearing an entirely black suit, with long black hair as sleek as her own appeared behind her. He was a stunning figure, with an exceptionally well trimmed goatee. Beneath his suit his body could be considered the absolute peak of the male physique. This was true of course, because he too was a god. Where Nightingale was a goddess of death, destruction, and time, Dathar was a god of art, music, and passion. Many gods had often questioned what manner of relationship the two could possibly have, but they were inseparable.

"My lady...how may I assist?" Even his voice was perfect, deep and rich, masculine while slightly effeminate. Nightingale nodded towards the woman at the bar. Dathar moved to the rail and smiled. "Ah yes, she would be your type. Let's see....Mia is her name. She is a high-school student, and quite a promiscuous one. She enjoys being the subject of rumor and speculation, and she is here to find someone to entertain her." Dathar smiled and left the rail. "Shall I give her an invite to the lounge my dear?"

"Make it so love." She spoke simply, as she was one of the more ascendant celestial beings, she felt unnecessary words were meaningless. In fact if Dathar didn't use them so well...she might have destroyed him long ago. But she found him to beautiful, to poetic and perfect. But for now she drained her glass and turned to her lounge. With abstract thought she began to manipulate her domain. The floor, walls, and ceiling all transformed into blood marble, a rare celestial stone which was black, however the veins were crimson red. The love-seats and cushions became red velvet of the highest quality, and besides the torches, the only source of light became a roaring fireplace large enough to fit a whole car inside. A single crimson shag rug sat in front of the fireplace, so thick that ones feet would sink into it. The final touch dyed a single, four inch wide streak of crimson down her hair on her right side, starting with the bangs. Right as she finished, her divine hearing picked up Dathar's invitation.

"The madam Nightingale has invited you to her private lounge..." Dathar said as he took Mia's hand and kissed it smoothly. "...if it pleases you to meet her....would you follow me? I assure you the lady is an exemplary host....and you will not regret it."

 

[Openots]

Mia was still sitting at the bar. Normally… she would have tried to order something with alcohol in it… but she still had to go home after the band finished. Plus, after getting in without anyone checking for ID, she didn’t want to push her luck. Maybe she could convince another person at the club to order her a drink. It wouldn’t be too hard. Maybe find some man, bat her eyelashes at him, and then slip away after she got what she wanted. In a place like this, there were plenty of dark corners she could vanish into and then pretend like she never met him. Mia considered herself to be a lesbian, that is to say… she found women attractive and found men to be… not attractive. Of course, she did have male friends… she just wouldn’t sleep with them.

The dark haired girl had been too busy… lost in her own little world when Dathar approached her. Looking over, a blush crossed the pale cheeks as the lips pressed against her hand. “Madam Nightingale?” She blinked, trying to think if she knew anyone by that name. Judging by how the man was dressed… he probably worked at the club, which meant… oh shit. A thrill of panic blasted up the girl’s spine. He was taking her to meet the owner… though it didn’t sound like she was in trouble. All the while, Mia was sizing the man up. He certainly was quite pretty for a man. “Right… okay then.” She murmured, slipping off of the stool before smoothing out her skirt. “I think it would please me to meet Madam Nightingale, please lead the way …?” Mia raised her brows almost playfully, waiting for the man to fill in the blank with his name. It was plainly obvious the girl had no idea she was talking to a god… but then again, in a world where religion seemed to slowly be vanishing… how would she?

Mia didn’t attempt to make any further small talk with the man as he led her up to Madam Nightingale’s ‘private lounge’, quietly wondering why the owner of the club would want to see her. As soon as the doors swung open, the girl looked around the room with a look of amazement. If she had thought the interior of the club had been lavish… this small room easily put it to shame ten times over. The bright eyes took in the sight for a moment before looking over at Nightingale. For a moment, the girl was rendered speechless. She had honestly expected some older woman… or… well… just not this.

Stepping away from the doors as they swung shut behind her, she approached the woman, smoothing her skirt. “Madam Nightingale?” Mia asked; her foot landing on the rug. Her eyes widened for a moment as how… deep it was. Quickly, she cleared her head, trying not to get distracted. This… gorgeous specimen wanted to be her ‘host’ which… if Mia knew anything about anything… she might end up sleeping with this woman.