Stepping in, with leather

[Masterkenneth]

Its not that the old impala is a wreck, but a travesty, which makes it the perfect vehicle to park on a dark street without worry of being broken into. He gets out of the car loving the way the door protests as it opens and then shuts as he gets out and moves to the trunk. Openning it he pulls the tarp back from the steel cage box bolted to the frame. Inside something slams hard into the metal which groans.
"A block away, worn from our efforts today, and already waking up." Inside something slides over the metal of the box like a hiss.
"Glad I stopped by the hardware store." He chuckles and pulls the bundle of extra-heavy zip-ties.
He opens the box like one might for a wild animal that could bolt and wrestles with the object, the ticking sound of zip-ties being pulled taunt.
"There. Now after four get snapped we leave. So best behavior." He stops and shakes his head lifting the bundled flogger and securing it to his back with two cords. The trunk fights being closed but groans shut.
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The Lash walks in showing his ID and standing alittle over six foot. Black leather boots gleem with shine and silver under the black pantlegs. The belt is heavier leather and stamped with egytpian cats sitting and watching. The red silk, black button shirt hugs his chest and torso covered by a loose black leather vest decorated slightly with pins. Hazel, blue eyes soak up the scene and he smiles broadly.
"Welcome indeed."
He cuts a path to the bar and not bothering to sit leans in to order.
"Goldschlager. Please."

[Lilith]

Lilith wanders in from the rear of the club's 'employees' only' areas. The door is non-descript, unobtrusive, and bears no handle on this side. She wears a long-sleeved shirt of nylon, the tone of its color that of a light beige, and though subdued, it still stands out against the Matriarch's alabaster skin. The shirt is also covered in black designs, whooping and whirling over her torso. The neckline is cut low and swoops down across her breasts. She also wears a black pencil skirt, the length of it is nearing her knees, though a strategic slit gives occasional glimpse of the garter clasped to the top of her latex thigh highs. All of this ending in black stiletto heels, the shiny leather catching the lights.

She moves somewhat efficiently to the bar, stopping only occasionally to return a greeting or exchange some brief words. Once there, the bartender comes up to her, standing mutely in wait after the quick nod of a head. She orders her typical martini, and the man is off to mix it up.

As she waits, she turns, noticing another man there, clad in leather. He certainly does not look a neophyte to her, but she knows she does not recognize him.

"Good evening, sir," she greets with a light smile, "Might this be your first trip to Fetish Fuel?"

[Masterkenneth]

He smiles easily and turns blue hazel eyes and attention to the woman standing near.
"Correct, and it is so far a most pleasent experience." He manages to roll the last word around his mouth almost like a cat's purr, eyes winking somewhat at a genuine smile.
"I'm Ken Huan, new to the city and this..." indicating the club with a gesture of his hand; "Was recommended to me."
He takes a moment to lift the shot glass of gold flecks, and meerly kisses the liquid to his lips and lowering the glass sighs.
"I've not even had the time to unpack really. Just busy, and a drink tonight sounded right."
He meets her eyes easy enough, then shifts slightly to glance around the main room again.
"Now may I inquire whom I have the pleasure of visiting with?" He cuts a very gentleman slight bow and stands straight against the bar.

[Lilith]

"Ahh, new to the city as well," she notes, watching as he takes a sampling of his drink, then straightens a bit off the bar offering her hand, "I am Lilith. Very pleased to meet you, Ken."

She sees as her drink is delivered, it being slid close to her but not to an intruding degree.

"Stopping in for a drink," she mentions, "Mmm, yes, such can be quite calming, though as the evening takes hold, I doubt this room will provide such. It can get be quite energetic and even chaotic in here."

She adds this last with a light smile.

[Masterkenneth]

He reaches out taking the offered hand firmly, but with a gentlemans touch and holds it for a moment. Not exactly a handshake but not a carress, something inbetween. His hand is cool, skin tight like soft leather and a steadly energy underneath. He looks about to say something when from behind him there is a muted 'snap' as if something breaking. His hand drops from hers.
"Lilith, a lovely name." He reaches a hand absently to his back as if to scratch and palms the broken zip-tie.
"Chaotic I can handle, and energy is always welcome. Perhaps sometime I'll add to it." Something in the smile turns hungrey for a few moments and then downs the last of the goldschlager.
"Bartender. Water for now and would you mind throwing this away." Quietly added passing the remains of the tie.
"I was a member of some clubs in Saint Louis for a short time and in Dallas for a long period. I aclimate quickly once I know the rules and boundries."

[Lilith]

Lilith inclines her head forward once in response to the compliment.

"Thank you," she replies through lightly grinning lips, listening as he continues, "Ahh, I am not familiar with the scene in Texas, though I have had some very minor exposure to St. Louis. As I am sure you must know, though, the rules and boundaries really vary. This club is definitely more a public face, and so we follow the letter of the law, but many within here do not associate outside this place."

[Masterkenneth]

He sighs slightly but recovers.
"That is something I will have to adjust to. I'm used to alot of association inside and out of clubs." For a breif moment theres a place in his eyes that the pleasant smile does not reach, a bit of saddness from someplace deep.
"But my decision. Thank you Lilith, I'll keep to the common rules and the naughtyness to nice levels."
He opens the bottle of water from the bartender and sips.
"So Lady Lilith are you the proprieter, and regardless would you take a walk to show me around?"
He tilts his head to one side, the brown pony-tail of hair flicking behind him as he listens to the music for a moment.

[Lilith]

Lilith holds her drink to her lips, seeming to pause in drinking as she listens. She then partakes of it gingerly, holding it in front of herself with both hands.

"Indeed, I am. How astute of you," she says, smiling with a very slightly wry twist, "And I could show you around, but I am afraid some areas will be off-limits since we have only just met."

She coats the last with the hint of a playful tone, though her expression and body languages remains the same.

[Satyxes]

Satyxes approached the club on foot for a change. Heavy combat boots in deep bourgundy red thumbing on the pavement as demon walked up to the door bitch. Clad in a neck-to-ankle sleevless leather skinsuit of the same colour and adorned with a myrad of piercings and skin-implants, there wasn't a doubt in the bouncrs mind that this horned and blue-skinned creature knew perfectly well what was behind these doors.
Grinning and sniffing as it passed the line, Saty entered...

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Taking a moment to enjoy the scents of the calmer starting hours of the club, Saty ran Its claws over its own upper arms, looking for a moment as if trying to hug Itself. Quickly, It regained Its stoic composure, walking up to Lilith, bowing Its head to rest Its eyes upon her neck.

Greetings, Matriarch. I pray you are well and offer you my service, if you are in need of it.

Calmly awaiting the reply, Saty coiled Its tail around Its own right arm, like some absent-mindedly draped scarf.

[Lilith]

"Ah, Saty," Lilith spoke, turning to the other, "How very nice to see you this evening."

She smiled warmly at the demon.

"Might I introduce you to Ken Huan. This is his first time here," she informed, then turning her eyes to the man, "Ken. Please do meet Saty."

[Masterkenneth]

The takes Satyxes approach and appearence alittle to well, before remembering to exhale slightly in surprise, giving that gentleman inclination of his head to her as well.
"A pleasure Saty." As he holds out his hand to her in the same gentleman manner that he accepted Lilith's.

[Satyxes]

The horned head turned slightly towards the man, taking the Matriarchs words as the usual polite dismissal It received when there was no need. Its nostrils moved a little, obviously sniffing at the man from where It stood, eyes unblinking as they roamed over the newcomer's face.

Greetings, Ken Huan. I'm certain it is a pleasure to make your aquaintance.

Blinking once, the demon steps back, forming one of those 'comfortable talking circles' humans seemed to enjoy. The outstreched hand it looked at as an afterthought then clasped in a strong, cool-skinned hand - the claws wrapping themselves around the man's hand delicately.

Your scent is new to me. You are new here, yes ?

[Masterkenneth]

(( note you can change cloths, and wash with soap but there not much you can do to throw off your true scent. If Saty tracks by scent she'll definatly recognize The Lash. ))

"New to the club and city."
He doesn't try to match Satyxes grip, his hand accepting and though wary of the claws he doesn't shift his hand to avoid them. The skin she feels is taunt, like soft leather and cool, a energy fluttering just underneith. The scent around him is a mixture of the impala's bad fumes, and under the scent of leather with amber. Two others are noticable, a young womans and a cinnimon archnia.

"I was just thanking Lady Lilith for considering escorting me on a tour of the club." He releases the handshake easily.
"And please understand I came with no illusions, and don't expect to be shown any inner secrets." He smiles between the two.
"I await your convinence." His voice lowers slight, deepening to a rich baritone as he draws out the last word to them both in playful fashion. There is not arrogance in the meaning and he stands cavalier, as if he left any assumptions in a far away place.

[Lilith]

Lilith smiles at Ken, "Oh, I did not suspect you of such indulgence. Perhaps call it part of the tour in letting you know such places do exist here in the complex."

She pauses a moment, then, "Well, shall we?"

She lets her eyes lock briefly with them both, conveying her intent to Saty that It accompany them, and she turns and slowly saunters away from the bar (presumably with the two in tow).

"This, is, of course, the main room, and the largest," she begins, gesturing with a free hand, then taking a sip of her drink, "Here we mingle many aspects of a nightclub with the tables and dancing, and of course, the smaller stages and podiums throughout may often find themselves used by patrons or dancers in the club's employ," she gestures with her head to a caged podium across the way, within which writhes a dancer in bondage gear and very high heels, "We also occasionally have larger productions on the main stage or even live music, though typically we enjoy the services of one of our d.j.'s."

[Satyxes]

Immediately starts following the Matriarch, scenting quietly as It politely listens to the tour's descriptions. Somehow, It always manages to bring up the rear of the group, staying a measure behind Ken and Lilith, attracting little attention to itself through action or speech.

[Masterkenneth]

"Please." He falls into step along side enjoying the view of the decor, and for a moment of Saty and Lilith.
As they weave through the tables and long the podiums she reaches out with a hand to drop another snaped-zip tie in a ashtray as they move passed some of the performers in the cages.
He looks over each of the cages, not so much in away at first of who is in them but on a technical observer. He glances first at the cage supports, bar space, entrance, locks, and then the dancer within. He particularly looks over the leather worn by both dancer and patrons, enjoying the look of each.
Looking over the bondage gear he rubs fingers to thumbs and smiles giving measured glances over Lilith and Saty.

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It is said by most that space is cold. That depends on the 'type' of space though, and deep within the thing seethed.
Hunger. Need. Desire. passion. Lust. Love. Hedonism of all types existed, sending thier energies outwards. The Lash drew what it could, and as always wanted more.
But there are rules. The other whispered.
It responded with a surge of energy, and another restraint snapped. There had been no rules before.
There are now. The other replied but opened the doorway of pleasure and allowed the sights and sounds in. The Lash devoured and was silent.

[Lilith]

Lilith paused for a moment, turning to Ken and sipping of her drink. She waited a polite time, then turned to continue the tour. The moved easily across the expansive room and through an open archway. This room was smaller, though not inconveniently so, and managed to somehow distance itself from the more insistent music in the main chamber. The sounds here were of a different variety, seeming to coax relaxation and more considered states from the patrons. And as such, the room itself was more a lounge, possessed of one bar and several places to sit, some more private than others.

Lilith stopped once they were sufficiently inside, turning, "This is our first Lounge. It is accessible to all in the club. The atmosphere here is, of course, meant to be more relaxing and private than in the other room. A second option, if you will, for those who might like to partake."

A sparse few waitresses moved about this less populated area, all dressed in white matching outfits. One scuttled up to them, curtseying and bidding if they might need more drinks. Lilith set her nearly empty glass on the tray, a sure indication of wanting another, and then turned to the Saty and Ken, waiting to see if they might need something from the bar.

[Masterkenneth]

He looked over the waitress in white with a kind smile, and the same measured eyes, but raising the still half full water bottle reply.
"Thank you sweet, I'm just fine." Then with a glance to Saty behind them he turned back to Lilith.
"Its a excellent offering in contrast to your main lobby. Definatly a location for more intimate discussion." It hard for him to not keep glancing between the two.
"I did have a question about the music and dance floor. You see while I enjoy a good techno mix one of the few dance styles I'm actually not a stumbling fool with is Swing-jazz. Does the dj add that to his mix ever?"

[Lilith]

"Oh, I am afraid not," Lilith replied, smiling lightly, "The format here is decidedly more modern. I do appreciate the style of dance with such, but alas, the general feel here does not support it."

She let a moment of silence linger, slowly sending her eyes throughout the area, then looking back to Ken.

"This room may indeed provide more opportunities for intimacies. We must be careful that such does not get out of hand, but we are rather liberal in most regards."

She then changed the angle of her eyes, watching as another of the white-clad waitresses took a bowl of milk to a somewhat distant, darkened table, placing it on the ground, as a man in limited vinyl covering leaned over on all fours to lap of it as his Mistress watched with a satisfied grin.

"Of course, one may see such things in the main chamber as well," Lilith continued, "Though, as you have no doubt noted, the energy is different in here."

[Satyxes]

Satyxes did one of the things It had learned to perfection as the waitress took the orders.
It grinned.

Caol Ila, the 12 year. Cask strength. No ice.

As Ken looked back at It, Its eyes met his unflinchingly yet without any real hint of emotion upon the alien, piercing-rich face. Somehow it held one of the discarded zip-binders between Its claws.

You seem to be losing these. Would it be rude to make an inquiry as to what purpose they serve ?

[Masterkenneth]

" I did not think so, but thought to ask." His eyes wink playfully.
"Perhaps, when I have my home affairs and we have had chance to better aquaint one another we could share a dance?"
His eyes soak up the Mistress and her sub with the bowl. For a moment theres a look of regret in his eyes and then it passes as he turns back to Saty.
He looks at the broken zip-tie in her claws, his face loosing the smile and becoming serious.
"I use them to secure a flogger I carry with me. The harness I usually wear it in broke earlier." He manages a smile.
"Unfortunatly it looks like they aren't holding." Reaching arm under the leather vest he looks as if he is rearranging something .
"Still feels secure. If its a problem I'll take it back to the car." He pauses his face going blank for a moment and then relaxing as he brings his arm back into view.

[Lilith]

"Hmmm, a dance may be possible," Lilith replied, "Let us see how things progress."

She then paused looking at Saty and the item in it's hand, then glancing at Ken as he offered his explanation.

"And such ties are breaking," she commented, a light grin on her lips, "Does this flogger have a will of its own and seek to dance upon the landscape so presented here?"

Lilith's eyes twinkled a bit with mischievousness not expecting any sort of answer.

Just then the waitress returned having little trouble getting back to the bar and gaining the mixologist's attention in taking care of their order quickly. She stood quietly, politely, presenting her tray. Lilith took her martini with a nod and a smile, sipping of it.

"Well, then, if we have seen enough of this room, shall we move on?"

[Satyxes]

The demon listens to the offered explanation with a slightly tilted head, appearing a little curious to those that where more accustomed to Its body language. It sniffed as Ken's face grew serious, unsure if Its question had offended and he was merely being polite on another's domaine.

Casuallu, it discarded the zip-binder in the nearest ashtray, taking the glass of whisky with Its tail in the same motion.

I did not mean to intrude. My appologies, if you would feel I did.

Passing the glass from tail to hand, Saty leans in to sniff the glass deeply, going completely quiet as it makes to follow the Matriarch once more.

[Masterkenneth]

For a moment there is a struggle behind his eyes, but his demeanor of control and calm wavers little beyond that as he answers Lilith.
"Dance might not be the precise word, but send the landscape into earthquakes and carress it with the shock of lightning....." He looks about the room as if measuring the people within it, and then relaxing turns back to Lilith.
"Perhaps." He takes a moment to enjoy the movements of the waitress as she presents the tray.
"The will of the object is meerly a reflection of the one who weilds it."
Then turning to face Saty, giving her his direct attention.
"Please, you have nothing to apologize for. No offense or discourtsy. I'd have us be friends if possible after time."

"Yes please Lilith let us continue."

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Want, need, desire. All there to take and feed upon. Its seethed and coiled around itself in space sending impulses to its bonded.
There are rules now. Came the reply and oh how it was begining to despise the concept of them. The rules said that right now it couldn't see or touch, but arround it echoed the undertones of what it hungered for. Subtly it began to gather power. The bonded, still so new, would not understand what it was doing. Slowly the form began to take shape, crafted from desire, and given eyes.

[Lilith]

Lilith sipped delicately of her fresh drink, listening to the interchange between Saty and Ken. It amused her deeply to see the two exchange words. She smiled brightly then.

"Very well," she then turned, exiting the room and going back into the main chamber.

She walked a ways, staying again toward the outside and the deeper shadows. People noticed them, of course, and though some might be prone to attempt to gain the Matriarch's attention, they seemed hesitant with Saty there. It was becoming quite well known, even outside the House and to casual observers, that the demon was very protective of Lilith.

She led them up a somewhat broad, winding staircase. This top floor was similar to the areas below that did not involve dancing. Her intent, though, lay in a door across the way. It held panes of glass, showing that it gave way to a decently sized balcony hear at the rear of the club. She opened the door, walking out to where a few patrons stood amidst the smaller chairs and tables.

"This is, of course, our balcony. Sometimes it may grow more crowded, and the weather is largely a factor. Still, it is an opportunity for fresh air to those with such a need."

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