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Lori nodded, not really being much of a whiskey drinker herself. She believed him when he said speed had something to do with it. "Well, thank you for the compliment," she said with a smile, taking another sip of water. "I'm the assistant manager of the club, and I have a special place helping customers with VIP passes. There are several other workers here with that task as well."
 
She could feel little shocks of sensation as the demon girl kissed her. It was enough that she was rather sure that, had the demon girl decided to tie her up, she wouldn't have been able to put up much resistance if she'd WANTED to. "Well..." she said, turning the succubus to face away from the crowd. She pulled a microphone over and picked it up. "Evening ladies, gents and miscreants. How's your first night at the Blue Moon Club and Brothel?" she asked, getting a cheer from the audience. "You're all lucky enough to be the first time viewers of the live show portion of my DJing... And I stress lucky because tonight... We have a special volunteer." she said, quickly tying Scarlett's hands tightly behind her back with the silky soft strap.

She turned the dancer to face the audience "Blue Moon's own top dancer, Scarlett!" she said, leaning in from behind the girl and putting a gentle kiss with a little nip at the base of her neck. "Well ladies and gentlemen... Let's start things off interactive..." she said, her hands unconsciously roaming up and down the pink haired demoness' sides, caressing her hips. "I want to hear from the audience, what do I take off of her first?"
 
Scarlett was looking forward to whatever Marlena had planned with the live show. The pink-haired succubus faced away from the audience at first, listening to the young DJ address the crowd. She heard a good amount of people who enjoyed themselves so far, and the night was far from over. Her breathing began to feel shallow with the nervousness kicked in. She was supposed to be on stage for her strip show in a few hours, but the fans might enjoy the saucy minx sooner than expected. Before the big announcement her hand were tied behind her back so that she can't break free. When she got turned around to face the audience, people went bonkers. Most people were seeing a real-life succubus for the very first time in their life and were amazed by the appearance. She blushed a little when the German blonde kissed her neck.

She was shocked to hear that the live event was also an interaction. Scarlett should've known that the possibility was there. The sinful whore was a porn star and still got her website for such interactions with her fans daily. She moaned when the DJ caressed her hips causing some of the guys to whistle. Her red eyes roamed around when Marlena asked what should happen first against the vulnerable succubus.

"Take off her red halter top," one gentleman said.

"No, take off her sexy black min-skirt. I wanna see what that sexy demon is wearing underneath," the second man counter. The demands made Scarlett blush furiously red; she tried again to break free, but to no avail. Scarlett was in for long night.
 
Samuel looked over at her and smiled as he heard her make her comment, he reached, and pulled out his own pass out of his pocket and showed it to her, "I got this from a contact, not easy to get let me tell you," he said with a smile as he looked at her, "you are also very much welcome. I am sure you make your customer's feel really happy," he said as he looked at her, "so what do the passes do per say."
 
She gripped Scarlett's hips and nudged her forward a little so everyone could get a good look at the succubus. Sensing some nervousness from the dancer, she raised an eyebrow. Well.... She would've thought the girl was tougher then that. She couldn't help but grin a little, aroused by this sudden show of sensitivity. "Don't worry, pretty." she whispered to the girl, moving her lips close to Scarlett's ear. "They can look but they can't touch..." she whispered, her breath hot on the succubus' ear. "That's my department." she added with a playful pinch of her thigh, before reaching up and untying the haltertop at the neck before giving it a gentle tug and letting it fall, revealing whatever she was wearing underneath it, if anything.

"Get a good look boys and girls," the german said into the mic. "Now... Let's just see...What's next..." she said, putting a finger to her lips. "Maybe some soothing oils? Or a blindfold..." she said, giving a smirk to the crowd and her volunteer.
 
Scarlett moaned when the DJ told her that the crowd could feast their eyes on her. By this event was closed, she needed to do some bad things to the German cutie. She yelp from her lungs when her side was giving a nice playful pinch. Then the moment the crowds were waiting for. Once the host took off her red halter top, the crowd got a glimpse those beautiful D-cup breasts that were cover with a lacy black bra. The crowd worked themselves to a fever's pitch as they waited what should happen next. Marlena got on the mic again and ask the crowd once more.

"Hmmmm… how about blind folding that sexy succubus," said a sultry woman who looked equally as hot on the dance floor tonight. "I wanna see Scarlett squirm."
 
Entering the dim litted strip club after flashing the bouncer her pass, Tabitha sauntered in with a aura that said she had it all. Wearing pleather that looked as if it were spray painted upon her body she searched about the club. She was a new employee and hadn't had her first debut on stage. Wanting to get used to the place so that she didnt have to ask the others were things were. Walking to the bar she asked for a straight whisky and downed it to get her nerves to stop rattling her.

She was told to come in to meet the other employees and the owner of the club but she had yet to spot anyone that wasnt busy so she inevitable sat at the bar and ordered a apple martini and sipped it slowly as she observed the two girls on stage. Though she catered to both male and female customers, she had a strict no touch policy. Tapping her fingers nervously she looked about at the different furninshings and wondered if she should walk around or not. She flipped her long brown hair over her shoulder to let it trail gently over her exposed back.

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As Avery had seemed somewhat preoccupied at that moment, Eli had left her to her own devices to let her enjoy the show while he simply kept watch over the bar. It seemed Dell had been called out to handle something, so he was content to fill in for a bit, even though the other members of the security team obviously had the place covered fairly well. Sipping his drink, he noticed a familiar figure step up to the bar just a few feet away, causing him to smile a bit as he turned his gaze toward her. It was one of the dancers he had hired, coming to get prepared for her debut, obviously.

"Hello, Tabitha," he said to her, motioning for her to have a seat beside him if she wished. "Good to see you again. I'm assuming you wanted to come in a little early and get to know the place a bit, since you don't go on stage for a while." Reaching his free hand up to straighten the collar of his suit a bit, he still felt a bit out of place in the fancy clothes, but it was all in the interest of looking professional. Given the choice he'd take leather and denim any day. Taking another sip of his drink, he tilted his head slightly to study the girl a moment, her generous curves accented quite nicely by the practically painted on outfit she wore.
 
Standing up from the bar, her heels clicked as she walked over to the well tailored man. Bending over to shake his hand she smiled at him with a sort of soft seductivness. Turning and ploping down gracefully next to him but making sure to keep a few inches between him as to not touch him she pulled her long brown hair over her shouler and said.

"Thanks for meeting me Mr...."

For the life of her she could not remember his last name and that made her face heat up beyond the point of no return. Trying to gather up some sort of change in subject or fix her mishap she just gulped down her martini and looked down at her knees. Biting her lip and tapping her fingers against the martini glass she fractically thought of a way to fix her mistake.
 
Tilting his head slightly, Eli could practically smell the panic in the girl's demeanor. Shaking his head a bit, he just took a sip of his drink with an amused smile. "It's Brisco," he said, setting his glass aside and signaling for a refill. "But I probably never told you because, honestly, I prefer Eli. I hate formalities. They're so...impersonal." With a shrug, he offered a reassuring grin, his canines seeming to be just a bit longer and sharper than those of a normal man's, but nothing terribly outstanding. As his drink was mixed and refilled, he grabbed the glass and picked the cherry out of it, popping it into his mouth, stem and all.

Working his tongue behind his closed lips a moment, he reached up and pulled the stem out, now tied in a pretzel-like knot and dropped it on the counter top. "Sorry," he said with a smirk. "I just enjoy that little trick. Plus it tends to ease tension a bit by giving people something else to think about." Offering a playful wink, he took a sip from the whiskey sour in his hand and looked to Tabby once more. "Just relax. I saw your audition, and you were great. You'll be just as great tonight. You just have to let yourself relax a little." Taking another sip from his drink, he let his gaze travel around the crowd for a moment, then back to her once he concluded all was well.

"Maybe a couple of drinks will settle you down a bit. Just let me know if there's anything I can do to help out," he offered with another genuine smile. One thing that mattered to him was taking care of his people, even if it was nothing more than offering a friendly smile or some comfort when needed.
 
Turning her head to look at him as it was most rude to look away when someone spoke, her reliefe was almost tangible when he said such kind words. Pulling a couple of strands behind her ear she smiled as she watched him pop the cherry in his mouth. Releasing her lips from her teeth she let her fingers fidget as she inclined her head to him and said.

"Thank you..im quite nervous...i havent been infront of a crowd in a long time."

She wasnt the type of dancer that took all of her clothes off, she always left the stage still slightly covered. She was too modest to go completly nude on stage, it just wasnt her style...but she could have any man eating out of the palm of her her hand and keep her clothes on at the same time and many strippers in the modern day...couldnt do that and make enough money to survive.
 
Taking another sip from his drink, Eli continued to study the young woman for a moment, tilting his head just slightly. "Wanna know a secret? It usually helps if you do something to unwind first. It's kind of backwards, since a person tends to do their unwinding after work, but seriously, it calms the nerves like nobody's business. Just...go find a quiet place, or whatever type of place is appropriate, and do whatever you would usually do after a long day at work to relax. Read a book, watch some TV, or...you know...whatever you might do to try and wind yourself down at the end of the day, and do that. Does wonders, and it helps you to loosen up a hell of a lot."

With a gentle shrug, he took another sip, offering Tabby another reassuring smile. "Like I said, though. If your live performance is anything like your audition was, you'll do just fine. I know go-go dancer and all out exotic dancer are a bit different, since you never had to go nude before, and not every girl here does either. Some only go topless for their acts, some go with just enough to cover the essentials and nothing more, and some go all out nude. I'd prefer you do what's most comfortable to you." Finishing off the drink, he set the glass aside, then leaned in closer as if to share some secret. "Personally, it helps to leave something to the imagination if you plan to take someone up to the brothel later." Leaning back, he rested his back against the bar counter once more and just looked around the club for a moment before turning his eyes to the girl once more.
 
"Oh i dont plan on being a courtesean Mr.Brisco... Im exclusivly a dancer..."
Looking from her glass to him, her cheeks warmed to a rosy inocent red as she spoke in a soft tone. She wasnt like the other girls. Most of them didnt mind 'putting out' to their high end customers or doing 'that sort of thing' for a living. But her modest side just wouldnt let her. Her doe eyed cerulean orbs looked up at his since her was clearly taller in height then her and she quickly turned away. She wasnt used to being close to those with higher status or more money then she. It was as if she felt beneath them and didnt want to disrespect them.

"Thank you Mr. Brisco...you've been very kind."

Shit bit her lip in deep contemplation as she tried to keep her speach proper around him, he didnt seem like a man that liked unintelligent women. Though she was a dancer, it did not mean she was ill educated. And there was something about his leathal aura that excited her and also scared her. It was as if she cought glimpses of something else within him that she couldnt even begin to comprehend.
 
"First," Eli said, cocking an eyebrow slightly. "If you really appreciate me, then stop calling me Mr. Brisco. Makes me sound old." He chuckled and shook his head, tapping the bar for a refill on his drink. Most men would have been slobbering drunk after so many, yet he seemed stone cold sober. "Eli. It's Eli. Second, stop acting like I'm some medieval nobleman and you're supposed to turn your eyes down whenever I look at you. I'm no better than you or anyone else here. I own a business. Big deal. We're all still just people, and my employees don't exactly make small change." Receiving his drink, he gave the bartender a thankful nod, then took out a fifty, laying it on the counter for him. "Thanks. You've done good keeping me in drinks, so that should cover what I put you through for the rest of the night in tips."

He then looked to Tabby once more and tilted his head slightly. "Now, as far as being a courtesan, it's totally your decision. I can say, though, that you make a lot more money, and you're free to be as selective as you like when choosing clients. It's not a push for you to do it. I'm just letting you know, it's there if you ever run across someone who makes you think you might like to give it a try. You'll find some of these guys are a lot of fun, and really just want some enjoyable company for a while. There have been cases in the past where sex wasn't even involved in time spent in the brothel with someone."

Sipping his drink, he stopped talking to let her collect herself a bit, looking about the club once more, giving people a smile and a wave when he met someone's gaze, acting as if he were just another person among many in the place.
 
Her face changing to a new and brighter shade of red stared down at her empty martini glass nibled the skin of her lip. Trying her best to make up for making him angry. Fiddling with her fingers she looked back at him and said.
"Im sorry, i didnt mean to make you upset, im not used to the way of things yet. I meant no disrespect I only wished to be polite. Im not used to being around so many people, im rather nervous hence my not reaching your gaze."

Her voice was filled with sorrow and as she did not mean to make him so upset. He seemed so nice and here she went making him feel such a way. Her leg started to shake as she quickly tapped for the bar tender and asked for a jin and tonic. When the bar tended set it infront of her she knocked it back and shook her head slightly at the burn. Looking back at him, her blue eyes seemed saddend at the fact that she had made a man that she really wanted to impress so angry.

"Will you see my debut tonight?"
 
Furrowing his eyebrows a bit, which caused his forehead to wrinkle slightly, Eli bit his lip for a moment as Tabitha cowered from him somewhat. Why would she think he was upset? He was definitely going to have to work with her on her confidence a bit. Perhaps Keane would be helpful with that from time to time as well. He always seemed to have a way of bringing people out of their shells. Shaking the thoughts away, he focused on Tabby once more.

"Why in the blue hell would you think I'm upset?"

He had to laugh a bit at how preposterous it sounded for him to get upset over something as insignificant as a name. Reaching up to cup her chin with his thumb and forefinger, he turned her face toward him and shook his head slightly. "I'm not upset. I was just saying you don't have to feel so nervous. I don't bite...much." He winked playfully, hoping the joke would lighten her mood and raise her spirits a bit, and perhaps help her relax enough to just act normal around him.

"Just treat me like you would one of your friends. We're all friends and family here, so to speak."
 
The moment his hand touched her face, a spark sizzled across her skin making her most intent on him. His words suddenly softer, like they were in her head, and his eyes kept her loced in a sort of trance that she never wanted to break. His voice reverberated though her body as her eyes had a look of slight shock and a hint of excitement. When she met the man before she hadnt felt this intense need to touch him...but when he sat before her now...it was like she couldnt live without touching him.

Swallowing audibly, her hand shook is sexual trepidation as she placed her hand on his and said in lilt so soft it was a wonder if he even heard her.
"Thank you for being so kind...im just here really to pass the time."
 
The change in Tabitha's state of being was almost immediately noticeable to Eli's keen senses, and for just a brief moment his eyes seemed to change, taking on a somewhat golden color before returning to normal. One had to love the effects of pheromones on a being who had senses sharper than most animals. Of course, he also had a way of giving a certain vibe that caused such reactions in people because of his nature, and she had apparently been affected by it. Biting his lip in thought for a moment, he finally gave a slight nod in response to her comment.

"Come on," he said, withdrawing his hand and sliding from the stool to stand. "We're gonna go have a drink where it's less crowded and see if we can help you relax a bit. And by the way, to answer your question earlier, I'll be watching your debut. No worries about that." Sweeping a hand toward the large mirror by his office door, he smirked a bit. I can see everything in the club from there, so even if I'm not out here, I'll be watching. Right now, though, how about I give you a tour of the penthouse and treat you to a drink from my own stock? Might help you unwind a bit."

Offering an arm, he smiled slightly, waiting to see if she accepted or not.
 
Licking her full pink lips she watched as his eyes changed from normal to having bright shards of gold in them that seemed to be iluminated in the dark club. But as quickly as they changed, they changed back to normal. Not sure if she as just seeing things or if it was the lighting, but if he did that again...she would be lost to him. Watching his lips, she saw what could have passed for sharpend incisors as he bit his lip and then spoke, and when he stood...she could have melted. The man was so much taller then her...she felt like she could wear her go go heels and he would still tower her.

There was nothing like a handsome man offering a girl his arm. There was just somethin about him that made her feel giddy, on top of the fact that he had long hair and eyes that screamed 'badass' she couldnt stop her legs from standing and her arm from wrapping around his own. And the moment she touched his arm, she could feel just how muscled he was even through the soft but thick suit he wore. Just at the feel of him, she had to lick her lips to keep them from going dry.

"Id like that very much" She said in an almost entranced voice as her eyes never waverd from his as long as he looked at her.
 
As Tabitha took his arm, Eli offered his smile once more, the incisors indeed seeming a bit pronounced, though nothing truly outstanding. They were just slightly longer and sharper looking than those of a normal person. The vibrant gold reflection passed over his irises once more briefly before he turned his gaze toward the elevators and led her to them. Pausing at one of the doors, he pulled a key card out and swiped it through the card reader mounted between the twin doors, and soon one opened, beckoning them inside.

"Shall we, then?"

Once he led her inside, he reached out and swiped the card again, this time above the number pad, the doors closing and cutting them off from sight.

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Lori grinned at Samuel and saw the pass he flashed at her. She took a look to make sure it was, in fact, one of theirs, and leaned in a little closer in the process. "I'm sure it wasn't easy to obtain. We're a bit selective about our VIP's," she said with a chuckle. "A pass gets you up into our special VIP elevator to a VIP lounge where you can spend more time with an employee, like me in a more private setting."

She took another sip of her water, her eyes still on his. "Of course, there are still prices involved, but those are negotiable," she said with a seductive smirk. "So tell me, do you always get VIP passes without knowing what they do?" she teased.
 
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Appearing back to the main floor after the events that took place down below, it became very clear that the man hired as their second in command was the reclusive person. Facially and nearly emotionally he showed no sign of perturbation, Alistair resembled a statue with the immovable essence he displays on duty. Seemingly the only professional keeping his members in his pants, it was under the assumption he was Dell's second to keep things in order while playing with the employees. Diabhalrionnú had their perks, especially fusing their mindset with the lesser demon anchored within him.

Already agitated over the appearance of Batdude and the needed rescue of the retard, the majority of his focus was now on patrolling the club. Considering the lack of self-control of its patrons it seem like a necessity in this case. These blades were thirsty for blood, constantly reminding him that this gave him a steady paycheck. If his serious demeanor would deter future conflicts, the Scotsman would do what was necessary to keep such peace in the establishment.​
 
Samuel look at her as she looked over the pass, he smiled as he she checked it over to make sure it was the real deal. He smiled as he nodded his head, it hadn't be the easiest thing to get his hands on, that was for sure. He smiled at the comment about what the pass would do. He finished his drink this one far faster then the ones before.

"Well now, I like to see the whole of a place and having a VIP pass seems the only true way to see all that a place can offer one, don't you agree?" He asked as he looked at her with a cool look on his face. "Well I think that I can handle the prices, that isn't much trouble for me at all, though I am sure they are pretty fair given the general looks of such woman," he said his eyes focused on her so there could be no doubt who he was talking about.
 
Lori smiled and watched as he downed another drink even faster. Somehow, the sight amused her, especially since he was playing it so cool. Still, she had to love a man who knew what he wanted. And, apparently, he wanted her to himself for a little while. "Oh? I think that's a fair assessment." Tilting her head, she leaned in a little more. "Would you like me to give you a tour of the VIP area?" She asked with a grin.
 
The club seemed to be on fire for one of its first nights. There was activity, cozy conversation, and of course, a show for entertainment. It was certainly a night to get lost in. Until night truly had fallen, Elthrai Khaladh had been down in the storage part of the building, gathering up alcohol and directing some of the other bartenders either to the Brothel or to the Club. It was sometimes stressful work and his darker nature would make him irritable and sinister, but he always mellowed out when it was more beneficial. Most of the crew took his change in mood to be humorous - unless directed at them - then it was just scary. He made sure stock was taken of what they had, what they would need later, and what they didn't. Depending on the demands of the night, the list would change again as it did every night. Depending on the outcome, at the end of the week, new orders both small and large would be made. That depended also on how many drinks were sold and how much of what was left over.

And then there was the food. He worked with the kitchen staff since the waitresses also worked under him when dealing with both food and drink orders. They never had many food orders, but they never slacked on cooking and getting those orders out. It wasn't a restaurant, but the food was just as good. It had to be, along with the drinks and entertainment, to keep people coming around. And then there was the atmosphere. They sold sex just as much as they sold drinks. Being pleasant and amiable was part of the charm, but there was a darker undertone when dealing with Elthrai. He was half-Drow after all. He kept most of it at bay, but sometimes he did let out a little smirk that said, "Come closer if you dare."

Eventually he came up from storage and made his way behind the bar. Several men and women were getting their orders from the other tenders so he didn't have much work. He went about organizing the glasses, making sure they were clean, and making sure all the bottles were stocked in the right places. He was dressed like those old bartenders from the 1940s with pinstripe slacks, polished shoes, buttoned up white shirt, with red suspenders. He looked rather dashing, especially with his hair loose and his markings visible. His pointy ears moved lightly to catch all the sounds in the Club, making sure no one was doing dirty or unseemly business within the Club. Another wonderful quality: there weren't many secrets that Elthrai didn't know about.

As he stood behind the bar, a few women came over to ask him to make them drinks as well as a few men. He was indifferent to gender and found himself rather pleased with the orders and attention. He mixed up drinks in an elegant display, fueling the flames of their admiration. He didn't want to draw too much attention to himself, but he was a little bit of a show off sometimes. With a gentle smile but quick tongue, he had a small little pile of tips along with a few phone numbers. A few he planned on calling, and that would be if they remained in the area after they closed. He didn't take pleasure while on the job unless given permission by one of his employers. That was just how it was. He was very by the book, despite all of his flirtations.
 
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