Another Hot Night at the Fuel

[Lilith]

Absinthe wanders into Fetish Fuel, peering about with wide eyes and grin.  The lights of the nightclub bounce off her luminescent orbs, also chasing along the vibrant red latex catsuit she wears as she saunters further inside.  She has her, currently red, hair in two braided buns, the lengths coiling on themselves and held in place with red ribbons.  She grins and waves, returning many greetings until she makes it to the bar.

She bobs on the balls of her feet, giving an energetic wave to the scantily-clad bartender, the trimly muscled man smiling in return, despite the usual aplomb.

"Alo, Geoffrey!" she greets, exuberantly.  "May I 'ave one with that, that, and that, pretty please?"  She points at the bottles.

Geoffrey gets to it, mixing up the requested cocktail as Absinthe turns to look out over the club and the crowd.  She feels the simmering dance of energy as the evening gets underway, an eager, if not suggestively predatory, grin on her lips.  She turns when her drink is finished, bringing the straw to her puckered, crimson-painted lips to deeply partake of the red drink.  She gets to wandering about, hoping she will find a familiar face or two.

[Omni]

Dusk enters Fetish Fuel and loiters off to the side of the entrance while she looks around. Here emerald eyes sparkling under the club lights as she straightens out her pink and blue latex dress. She hasn't come in here often, but finds it an exciting place nonetheless. As the devil woman made her way to the bar she returned a few smiles she got from the other patrons.

When she neared the bar she spotted a familiar fae and changed her course. "Good evening Absinthe." she said as she stepped up to the bar, her dress creaking as her hips shifted.

[Lilith]

Absinthe grins brightly, all but hopping over to the demoness.

"Dusk!" she announces, gaining a few looks from those nearby. She looks her over. "You sure look sexy." The Fae nods, eyes lingering as she has more of her drink. Her eyes move about to the crowd, noting the various staff and patrons clad in various arrays, displaying themselves or perhaps other intentions in their manner of dress. "What brings you out tonight?"

[violetdea]

Karen sits in a booth in the corner watching the ebb and flow of the crowd. She wore a black latex catsuit that showed every curve and the collar Lilith had given her years ago about her neck. She'd never been one to take to the floor alone. Crowds still tended to overwhelm her enhanced senses without someone to focus on. Still she enjoyed watching and listening from the side, a pleasant smirk upon her face as she watched people move about the club.

[Omni]

Dusk smiles at Abby's compliment. "Thank you. You look...tight, in that catsuit." Her grins shifts to a more mischievous quirk. "I haven't come here since joining the House. I thought it was time to do so, and possibly meet some of the other members. Though, I am glad to see familiar faces."

She leans in and gives the fae a friendly peck on the cheek. Then turns to the bartender. "One of Abby's last order please." As she waits for her order to be prepared she faces Abby again, glancing around at the crowd. "There's more skin showing here than on any night at Caprice..."

[Satyxes]

The blue-skinned 'gargoyle' crouched atop one of the higher-placed perches near the club roof. It enjoyed watching from higher-up far more than being amidst the press of bodies, tracing all the individual scents and patterns of the mingled crowd far easier this way. As Abby made her way to the bar, the demon sniffed deeply, following her path through the scents she left, isolating her in Its mind along with a dozen or so others already being tracked.

With a lazy stretch, It shifted position much like a panther about to pounce downward as yet another intake of the clubs scents betrayed a second noteworthy arrival. Saty blinked once, processing that new scent into a place all by its own, apart from the others. Dusk lit up like a flare in the demon's mind, almost burning with the focus of the satyxes' mind. One more sniff... one more...

Another familiar scent found its way to the creature's senses. Karen. It filed the traces of her along with Abby and the others, blinking once more as the scent turned out to be alone. Not with the Other one. the demon's head tilted, sniffing again to be sure but found no trace, making a note to watch over Karen especially tonight.

The body then moved without conscious thought, letting Itself fall forward unrestrained, summoning the shadow from all around It to vanish... and appear neatly standing at the bar in a BAMF of smokey shadow-stuff, offering a casual sniff and headnod to both women there. "This one greets you both."

[Denzaiver]

Ken began loosening the tie around his neck as he stepped into the Main Bar area, giving a few of guards a polite nod as he did so.  He stood for several long moments, just letting his senses indulge on the fest surrounding him, the sights of people either scantly clad or bundled up in tight latex and rubber, the wonderful sounds of squeaks and criks as those people moved about, enjoying themselves, some even giving him teasing brushes, letting him feel that shiny material, get that tantalizing smell into his nose before he topped it off by accepting a small refreshment from one of the waitresses, giving her glove a pleased suckled before he downed the small drink.

Feeling himself relax more and more by the moment, he began to gaze around the room in a different fashion, looking for familiar faces, giving a few nods as he recognized a few patrons before spotting Abby then Dusk by the bar, dressed to kill anyone with a heart condition setting their eyes upon the Fae and Demoness, quite fitting he thought, both figuratively and literally as he took a moment to appreciate their figures before turning back to the other patrons.

He then blinked, his eyes widening as he realized they weren't playing tricks upon him as he spied a familiar figure in a corner booth, one he hadn't seen in quite sometime.  Carefully, and unusually gracefully for him, he slid along and among the dancers and casual banters, arrive at said booth, smiling and nodding politely to the pale skinned beauty, also clad in outfit that would send the blood rushing to very particular parts of the anatomy, before speaking.

"Miss Karen, I haven't seen you quite some time, mind if I take a seat, we catch up a bit?"

[Lilith]

Abby grins at the kiss, then sucks up more of her red drink through the straw, cheeks caving inward a bit as she does. She swallows, nodding to Dusk, looking around, that seeming ubiquitous grin finding her lips quite quickly. "Ya. It's like a candy store." She giggles softly, shortly. "Caprice can be fun, but Fetish Fuel is -." Her words stop, her body tensing very briefly, a slight shuffle giving forth a bit of a creak from her latex, likely covered to all but the most sensitive ears by the loud, thumping music of the club.

"Saty!" She grins brightly at the appearance of the House Guardian. "I am fine and dandy. 'Ow are you? Dusk and I were talking about all the candy on display."

[Des Demona]

It wasn't long before Des made her way inside. All done up in her shiney outfit, she gave each person a sort of half wave, sliding this way and that through the crowd. Darting this way and that, her tail had coiled around her leg, half due to nerves, half to not trip any one. Making her way to the bar, It took Des a moment to figure out what to get. Looking to her drunken mentor, Des pointed at some random bottles, asking for one of each, followed by a please. Her drink was much less colorful or as tasty as anything Abby would make, but it would do for now. She glanced this way and that, her senses over whelmed inside the club, unable to pin down any of her friends, a soft frown crossing her face.

[Omni]

Dusk turned back to the bar to pick up her drink just in time for Saty to appear nearby. Her eyes went wide for a moment, but it quickly melted into a smile for the blue-skinned demon. "Good evening Saty. It's nice to see more familiar faces turning up, it makes being here more enjoyable."

The devil woman finally picked up her drink and took a long sip from it. Her lips delicately wrapping around the traditional straw in the glass.

[Satyxes]

The blue demon sniffed again, the red unblinking eyes staring out in front of Itself. It was dressed in fairly straightforward clothing - a tight pair of black leather pants and a loose white shirt, bare foot and otherwise unadorned but for the myriad of piercings.

"This one is well. It has fed, It has secured what needed to be and It can now be here without neglecting Its duties."

It leaned somewhat against the counter, blinking once towards Dusk. "Will This one be required to serve ?"

[Lilith]

Absinthe grins, looking between the two demons. She lets her eyes and thoughts wander, then blinks, brightening as a the song changes to one she particularly likes. She moves her hips, producing creaks and squeaks of her latex, then wanders to the dance floor, her roiling, transdimensional wings catching the light as she finds a place in the growing throng to get to dancing.

A few of the more eager patrons get in close to her. She gives a few grins, mostly lost in her own world, but one of them, a nicely-dressed man, is a bit more persistent, getting in close to attempt some gropes and grinds. She turns to him, her lips still drawn in a bit of a grin, but she shakes her head, wagging a finger. He seems distraught but not quite ready to surrender. Abby wanders away, going over near a cage which houses one of the club's many dancing employees, this one a scantily-clad young lady. She smiles, brightly, at the girl, gaining a bit of attention. She then follows the dancer's eyes as the well-dressed man comes over. The fae rolls her own eyes at the patron's stubbornness.

[Omni]

Dusk smiles at Saty. "At this moment, no. I require you just as my friend." She does take a step closer and speak a little lower. "Though the course of the night may turn. We shall see, okay?"

Then she to turns towards the dance floor, she draws close to the edge to watch those dancing, but does not enter the floor itself. She sips on her drink while swaying from one foot to the other rhythmically. Her dress creaking and squeaking occasionally as she does so.

That's when she spots Abby over by the cages and chuckles to herself as she watches a man try to pursue her. "Abby; the enchanting flame among moths in the dark." she muses.

[Satyxes]

The blue demon inclined Its head to Dusk as it was dismissed for the time being, nose flaring at the hint of possible change to that as the night progressed. The red eyes glinted at the thought, but It supressed the reaction and merely returned to the attempted casual position at the bar.

For a moment it looked up, considering returning to the perch It was occupying a moment ago, not seeing any real need to remain here amidst the bustle of the clubgoers. The scents It cherished had spread all over the floor of the club and It had a hard time choosing which oneto follow, head swiveling from one to the next, the otherwise unblinking eyes shuttering quickly as Its mind raced with the possible choices.

In the end, It just stood there. Looking distant and emanating enough of an air to not get crowded in too much by the various partrons, though certain more adventurous kinksters were already eyeing the war-forged creature with thoughts of various naughty endeavours.

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