Just a Night at the Club ((Open RP))

[Magenta]

((Just wanting to get a feel for the club, sorry if I don't get the atmosphere quite right. ^_^))

What would one think about dancing in a cage amidst the entrance of a club as popular as Fetish Fuel? Invigorating experience? Nervous thoughts? Perhaps both?

All of these seemed to mingle with the hypnotic rhythm of music in the main bar of the establishment, coupled with flickering lights of many different colors. Employees garbed in the shining black of latex and moisture as gags sat wet between lips glistening with saliva totted trays of cool beverages to those most valued paying customers. The din was mated with the chatting, unspecific clamor of conversation, guests speaking to each other and waitresses. Couples gyrated to dance off time to music alcohol had long hindered their recognition of.

Marilyn's cage was located quite conveniently at the far end of the first bar close to the main entrance of Fetish Fuel. Her's would be the body patrons first saw as they walked into the club, clad in naught but a black leather bikini, fishnet snaking down the smooth white flesh of her thighs and legs to meet with the sleek stiffness of matching heels. A thin gold chain hung at her hip, jangling silently as her hips swayed tantalizingly back and forth. Heavily lidded violet eyes scanned those who entered with calculated attention, selling that practiced and quite select lust to the patrons, hands circling up every so often to tease with flicks and shakes of brightly colored magenta hair.

Magenta indeed, for that was her heroic name, though only some within the city knew her as such. This was a job and a good time, though at the moment she failed to recognize any faces about the club. She instead threw herself into her dance, allowing the music to take her where it may, hoping the advertisement would bring in more patrons.

[Lilith]

Lilith entered the club from her usual angle, walking assuredly atop the tall, black heels, the muscles of her thighs working with the motion, her legs on display within the nearly transparent latex stockings, merely a hint of color to them to play over the flesh within and the lights without. Her shirt and skirt were also of latex completing the picture she presented with reds and blacks, the shirt unbuttoned quite low to reveal her abundant cleavage along with a glimpse even of the dark bra she wore.

She paused long enough in her movement to stop at the bar and collect a drink. Somehow, the bartender knew she wanted something different tonight, and he slid a short, stout glass of Macallan 12 on the rocks to her. She took it in her hand, nodding once in thanks to the bartender then let her eyes move about the crowd. Something caught her eye, and she smiled.

She took again to the motion of her walking, not too slow, not too fast, all with a practiced smoothness until she was standing near Marilyn's cage. She merely watched, not at all trying to hide her presence of appreciation of the woman. A light curl touched her deep red lips as she took in the performance.

[Masterkenneth]

To be truthful it was not a night for her to be anywhere but home and resting. The way she breathed was wrong as separated cartilage between her rips protested despite the mystically charged nanites flowing through her blood stream. Not to mention the endorphins flooding her from the fight.
Despite the pain she felt more alive than ever and so rather than take the quiet simple path of home, she walked into the club.
She still wore the bright purple skin tight leather of her fight suit with fishnet lightning shaped chaps exposing her outer legs. The top was the same and open to expose her cleavage while supporting the same. The leather was strained, as if the powerful build and muscle of her body would somehow escape the seems. She wore her hair in ringlets and besides the bright green eyes two aspects most drew surprised looks; bunny ears and cotton pink tail.

Looking up into the caged beauty clad in black bikini and gold she smiled wickedly, prowling around the cage a moment. Her movements almost feral and in no way like the animal she was dressed as, while the noise from her throat was not exactly growl or purr. Something in between and higher pitched she winked warmly.
"What a beautiful dancing bird in a cage." She never touched it, only circled enjoying the view before stepping away with hop "you dance beautifully, a credit to your leather." she moves away, feeling better and to a couch nearby to sit. She breaths easier reclining, strain off her ribs.

[Magenta]

So immersed was she with her dance, that Marilyn had not at first noticed the Matriarch of the House of Thorns approach her wrought perch. It was only when she brought up her head in a whipping arc to toss her flush tresses that her eyes met Lilith's face from within her cage. The acclaimed presence of such an esteemed guest to catch sight of Marilyn's body caused the girl's heart to jump into her throat, nigh matching the music's steady rhythm with each nervous beat. And yet, she felt her own lips pull back to flash the woman a broad grin before her attention was pulled to a second woman come round to admire her pulsing frolic.

"Thank you," she said as best she could over the music, arms flying up as her hands covered her neck, "If you like it you should stay a while, order a drink."

Catching so much attention so soon into her career at the club let Marilyn taste the pride that swelled up through her profound ego. She hoped that through her dance and toil, the magnanimous Lilith would also come closer. She owed much to the powerful woman, and wished her hardest that she might be able to repay it with the sweat of her labors and a heaving bosom.

[demonic]

Dominique bounces into wearing her harajuku outfit, full of bright pinks and purples and bows in her hair, hops up to sit on the bar, and orders a beer. She chats and flirts with patrons, noting the Matriarch making her rounds and spotting Marilyn dancing in her cage with Trixxie standing beside it. She sips her beer and smiles, joking with the bartender and customers to encourage a happy mood around the bar.

[Lilith]

Lilith notices the obvious effort Marilyn puts into her show, especially when the girl notices others' eyes upon her. She grins lightly, her dark red lips curling even as her eyelids lower a bit. And the one taking notice had been here before, and were Lilith not mistaken, she was a recent petitioner to the House. She let such thoughts tumble through her mind, blinking once, slowly, then looking over to see Dominique in her lovely, colorful outfit. She grinned, dipping her head once in silent greeting. Lilith loved the disarmingly cure outfit on the curvy red devil girl.

She took another slow sip of her drink, looking over the tilted glass at Marilyn. She swallowed, then walked nearer the cage, tilting her head slightly to the left, her eyes on the dancing woman.

[Masterkenneth]

Trixxie reclined in the booth and sighed feeling the nanites surge with energy and ease the pain from her ribs. Behind her eyes the HUD wrapped around her optical nerve briefly flickered displaying data of the damage being healed. She chuckled and motioned to a leather clad waitress, "Could I have a glass of that delicious house wine. Pretty please." She shifted in the booth, leather rubbing leather, and tested her ribs carefully. Only the warm sensation of muscles stretching replied and her smile doubled as the music of dance floor called to her. More though the beautiful figures moving through the club. She felt the growl-purr tickling the back of her throat and giggled at her own lack of control tonight.
She sat up, prim and proper just like charm school had taught her. Enjoying the dancing figures on display in cages while seeming aloft with innocent eyes.
A wonderful night for a wicked bunny.

[Magenta]

As Marilyn continued to dance, more slowly this time as Lilith approached, she gave her proprietress a broad grin. Deeply honored by the mere fact she decided to walk closer, her eyes searched to the matriarch's own, her obvious pleasure displayed on her face. Thank goodness the music wasn't nearly as energetic as before, softening to a more austere tune, allowing Marilyn the time to catch her breath after her previous show. She gripped the bars now, her hips still moving, facing Lilith with a small little smile now. She licked her lips, dry from her panting breaths, before speaking over the din of the music, hoping to catch the boss' attention.

"Are you enjoying yourself this evening, ma'am?" she asked with a bit of reverberation in her voice through the bars and disturbed air, "Do you have any requests?"

She had hoped to put on a more special performance for the Lady of the House before her shift ended in a few minutes.

[Lilith]

Lilith reaches forward, slowly wrapping her long, slender fingers about the bars of cage as she gazes at Marilyn. A light grin traces her lips, the curl of it hinting at pleasantry, satisfaction, perhaps even more.

"I am enjoying myself, Marilyn, thank you," she replies her tone of voice smooth, not raised to try to outpace any of the abundant noise of the club but carrying through all the same, "And requests?" she perks her eyebrows, her eyes moving over the woman's form, "Yes, I request that you leave that cage and come see to me personally."

She then slowly drops her hands from the bars, and nonchalantly walks out of the main room and into one of the more restricted lounge areas, finding a place on a dark red velvet love seat, crossing her legs and setting her drink down on a nearby endtable of very fine wood, its legs curved like a the alluring swoop of inviting flesh.

Her alight about the room, seeing fewer patrons here. Some engaged in conversation, some in much more intimate things. Lilith's lips wear the subtle grin she so often seems to show as she takes in the surroundings.

[demonic]

Nicki leads a group of patrons out to the dance floor for a somewhat tribal group dance, weaving and bouncing among them encouraging the party atmosphere. She sees the Matriarch speaking to Marilyn and grins, admiring the girl in the cage quite a bit. She turns back to the crowd and leads them in a serpentine line dance around the dance floor, her infectious laughter filling the room, weaving her spell on the people to excite their passions.

[Magenta]

Marilyn was pleased that her proprietress was pleased enough with her work to request a more personal audience with her, and since it was Miss Lilith who said it was alright, saw no problem in heeding her request to leave the cage albeit with a gentle kiss blown to the audience first.

She followed Lilith's form with her eyes first, noting the soft sway as she meandered through patrons to make her way to a more relaxed area. Her eyes gleaned over the gentle slopes of Lilith's body before she joined her carefully, though she was careful not to sit unless she were invited to do so. She had an upbringing enough to learn never to sit with someone of Miss Lilith's status without direct question whether they were invited for company or not.

The young lady instead smiled sweetly to the wealthy owner, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and grateful for the need not to shout to hold a conversation over the din of loud music.

"I'm very happy you've been enjoying yourself, ma'am." she says quietly with a smile, "You look very beautiful this evening."

[Lilith]

Lilith angles her eyes up at Marilyn, smiling gently before blinking and moving her eyes over the woman's body. She takes in a slow breath, her exposed chest rising with it, letting a moment of silent study lengthen between them.

"Thank you," she eventually replies, "And thank you for joining me."

She continues looking at the young woman, moving her hand over toward her drink, blinking her eyes to it at the last moment, splaying her fingers out over the wide rim and pressing in, thereby lifting the glass and carrying it over pass to her other hand, taking a deep sip of it, her eyes back on Marilyn.

"And now, to further my request," she begins, "I wish you to dance for me."

She smiles lightly at the woman, blinking once, slowly, bringing the held glass up for one more smooth sip before placing it back on the nearby end table, then looks at Marilyn with expectation in her eyes.

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