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fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 06:26 AM
Devil's Hit List OOC

Devil's Hit List IC

Blooded

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It was dark in the house. That was just as it should be. Smoke stalked through the house, moving quietly, so as not to disturb it's sole occupant. She'd been practicing for weeks, under Pierce's careful tutelage. Tonight was more practice, but with an important difference. Tonight was what Pierce called a "live exercise".

She moved through the back entrance, already infintely familiar with the layout of the house. Know the Terrain. That was one of Pierce's rules. It helped that she'd been living in the house for two months already. Tonight he wanted to practice her stealth, not her observational abilities.

Moving through the darkened corridor, she was once again grateful for her night vision. The secret ways of the Assassin Pierce had been teacher her had focused her own adept abilities in interesting ways. Although she appeared elven, she was not, and therefore was not gifted with the night sight they all took for granted.

She listened at a junction in the hall. It was quiet, the man had not turned on the stereo system. That was good an bad. Good because Smoke could hear where he was. Having a drink in the kitchen apparently. Bad because if she could hear him, he could potentially hear her. Unlikely though that was of course, she kept moving slowly, gliding along the carpeted floor. Her feet left no impression in the thick carpet, another one of Pierce's Talents well learned.

The young man in the kitchen was a "ganger", a social misfit and an all together violent person. His name was Rip or some other such nonsense. Pierce had been listneing to the conversations of the Night Hunters in the area, looking for someone just like him. This "Rip" was a killer him self, a murder who had killed dozens of metahumans throughout his short 24 years of life. He'd killed with guns, with bats, and even with his fists. His favorite weapon however, was a set of retractable spurs set inside his forearm. He would never be unarmed.

Pierce had let rumor of an abandoned house find it's way to young Pierce. Once he'd heard of it, there was no question that anyone going to claim it would die at his hands, obstensibly for trying to take "his" property. Now the killer was in the house, quietly enjoying a soy beer found in the fridge. It was a simple test, Pierce had said.

Kill the Killer. There is no truer way to practice our Discipline. No spirits, none of this new technology. Your skill and cunning against his. Two hunters, deciding unequivocly which is the deadliest. Until you kill a killer, you are just another murderer. This is how you must prove your self, and enter the Circles of the Assassin.

There was no question of if she would do it. Only how long it would take. Pierce told her she had the night. As she reached the end of the hallway, and could see the man leaning against the counter, she knew it owuld not take that long. She would have to get close though. He still carried a firearm, soem sort of large pistol at his side. If he fired it even once, the test would be a failure. No one else must know he was dead. This is the way of the Assassin, her love had told her. You are alive, or you are dead. You pass, or you fail. They are the same thing. There is no space for failure for the Assassin. To fail is to die. She wouldn't fail.


Lady Door
May 5 2007, 06:33 AM
Character Sheet
Smoke
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Lady Door
May 5 2007, 05:15 PM
Smoke watched the man for what seemed like hours, carefully shadowing his every move.
Shadowing Test
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For her, this was more then a simple exercise... this was life in motion. This was a hunt, one in which you studied your prey, watched and waited. It had a certain graceful psychology to it. She smiled when he took a direction she had anticipated, smiled as she realized she was learning the ways of the this man.
She listened as he made comm call after comm call, his fumbled attempts at one "booty call" after another causing him to grow frustrated and angry.
Soon, he found himself sprawled out on the couch, his dirty boots kicked up on the coffee table. Smoke watched him flip idly through the channels before coming across the heavy selection of porn. She smiled again. How predictable... She waited again. She watched as his chest began to heave a little faster, as the prespiration began to bead his brow. She was patient, ever so patient. Soon, he was lost to the world made real on the trid screen, his pants down around his ankles and his hands busy. Smoke cocked her head to one side and watched, finding his response fascinating. A gentle laugh from somewhere deep inside her reminded her that she could not allow herself to become too immersed in her victim, otherwise she would lose her focus.
Smoke approached the couch, down low and on all fours, her kukri gritted tight between her teeth. She kept to the shadows, her slick leathers sliding against the carpet without a sound.
Infiltration Test
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fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 05:23 PM
Intuition 4 Percetpion 4 -2 "distracted" = 4
6,2,4,2 = 1 hit

Moving slow, Smoke learned a little something about the proper speed of approach and how long it really took a man with such things. As she sidled along the side of the couch, he finished loudly, and began looking for something with which to clean himself up.

Intuition 4 + perception 2 +actively searching 2 = 8
1 net hit

Find moments of oppurunity Pierce had said. Take them when they come. Do not hesitate or you may miss them. Strike when the opening presents it's self. If you are always aware of the terrain around you, there is no danger of being caught unaware by interlopers when you take your victim. Strike, be sure, then dissapear.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 05:51 PM
Smoke listened and watched as the man busied himself with searching for something with which to clean up with. She smiled, hearing Pierce's words and knowing that the man would have to cross into the kitchen to get what he needed, unless he were to use his own t-shirt... which Smoke bet even he would not do. Besides the lure of another beer would be strong by now. She smiled again when he got to his feet, clumsily waddling into the kitchen, his pants still around his ankles.
As he cleared the couch, her eyes darted to the windows; the blinds were drawn and dark. She listened for another moment, hearing nothing but the soft chorus of crickets outside. She watched as his boots passed her hiding spot, as his back turned to her on his way into the kitchen.
In one smooth motion, she brough the kukri from her mouth and into her hand, holding it so the blade curved towards her. She stood and in one step was behind her victim. He had perhaps a moment to feel her breath on the back of his neck before her hand was circling his jaw and wrenching it up, her other hand bringing the kukri across his jugular in one sure and practiced motion.
Shadowing Test
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Blades Attack
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fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 06:03 PM
Perception test 2 hits

Caught completely unaware until the blade was at his throat, he barely had time to begin to turn and draw out his spurs before the sharp blade passed cleanly through. He whirled, managing to keep his footing even with the precarious position his pants were in.

He whirled around, grasping at his throat with one hand while the blades came free, his eyes locked on Smoke with deadly intent. She froze in complete shock. Had she missed the vein? Was there some sort of cyber that had saved him? He advanced at her quickly, slicing with the spurs. The loose pants were the only thing that saved her, as she hesitated. No one had simply not died before.

The spurs missed her by mere inches as she back pedaled, fighting down panic quickly. She got her baldes up, assuming a defensive position. He came in again, then stalled. His eyes took on a glazed, else where look, and he swooned, leaning against the couch for support. He hung there for two seconds, as if unsure if he was really dying or not, the collapsed, bouncing off the couch to land on his back, half dressed, the spurs still out.

They always die quickly on the trid. Have to remember that.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 06:13 PM
Smoke regarded the body for a long while, watching the chest for movement and his eyes for any remaining spark of life. Satisfied that she had done her job, Smoke methodically began to move over his form. Her fingers found there way into his pockets, removing their contents.
She could hear Pierce sigh dramatically in the back of her mind, obviously irritated that she was resorting to "petty thievery".
Then find us someone that will pay to end someone's life then, my love. Until then, this is how we live.
Not bothering with the commlink or the gun, Smoke simply takes the cash. She gives the man one last long look and then cocks her head to one side, thinking.
Pulling a short tipped dagger from its sheath on her thigh, she quickly sets to work. Within moments, a small freshly carved rose bleeds on his inner thigh. Smoke smiles.
We can go now, my love.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 06:28 PM
I will follow my love.

Where ever you go. You did well.

Some time you will have to face an opponent face to face, but that will be for later. You did well tonight.

What did you learn?
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 06:40 PM
I learned that you can learn much about your opponent from watching, that it is better to have patience and to wait then to strike too soon. Smoke's lips curve into a slight smile as she continues I've learned that men can be predictable and that can be used as a weakness. I've also learned that some men do not die quickly... and that I need to take that into account next time... perhaps a paralytic on my blade?
Smoke steps out of the side door, sliding it shut behind her with a gentle click. With her head down and her cowl pulled down deep over her face, she listens. Nothing interrupts the cricket's song and so she continues. Spirit of Air, conceal me as I travel. She steps out of the side gate once the concealment covers her, smiling at the slight breeze that swirls up and under her cape.
Moving quickly and diligently she makes her way out of the neighborhood until she finds herself standing in the play yard of an elementary school. She pulls out her commlink and places a call to an autocab, smiling as she remembers the fire elemental and the gas station.
I should call her. She was so much fun... She wanders for a moment, spotting the swings in the distance. Wandering over to them she sits for awhile and swings, loving the feel of the wind on her face the slight sinking sensation in her stomach. ... almost like the world is dropping away... It suddenly occurs to Smoke that as she swings, the swing itself can be seen... almost as if a ghostly child was at play. The thought makes her laugh, a childlike laugh that echoes through the air.
She jumps happily from the swing, letting it fall. Let those who watch tonight, wonder...
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 06:48 PM
Poison's take time to take proper effect. Combinging your attack with a debilitating blow, such as to a knee, can delay your victim long enough for the bleeding to do it's work. Most will simply panic, and let time do it's work. You will never know which type a victim will be however.

Not all men are as predicatble either. If you have the time to properly track a target and learn their patterns, you can predict how they will resopnd. That is where the art of disguise comes in. We will train more on that later.

Remember as well taht your spirit servants are plain to see to the astral eye. use them, but do not rely on them.

Pierce's "voice" falls silent as she swings. She realizes he has left her to her play. He does many things, but play is not one of them. Smoke can't help but wonder if there's something else other seventeen year olds do.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 06:55 PM
Smoke sighs, hearing the reprimand in his words. Yes, my love. She steps into the shadow of a tree and dismisses the spirit's concealment. Planning her route carefully, she slips from shadow to shadow slowly making her way to the parking lot. She's waiting when the autocab appears.
Stepping finally from shadow, she steps into the waiting light of the autocab as a slight rain begins to fall.
A message pops up on the AR, repeated in the autocab's digitally enhanced "voice".
Welcome to Seattle Metro AutoCab. Please slot your credstick and coordinates. Thank you. Smoke sighs and slots the certified credstick. The balance drops to 35 nuyen.gif. She enters the coordinates for downtown Seattle and then leans back against the seat.
My love... I'm lonely without you near me. When will we be together again? Her voice is sorrowful and images of Cat war with her remembered images of Pierce.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 06:58 PM
The answering voice is distant. You must be able to rely on your self as well my Love. I cannot always be at your side, or you will never learn. But I am never far.

Never.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 07:12 PM
Smoke sighs again and looks out into the rain. As the cab passes club after club, Smoke watches the people move in and out of the neon light. They look strangely alive, almost electric in the reflected glow from the rain. Smoke smiles and leans forward, changing the coordinates of the cab.
Mortuary and Dweeb's The cab beeps in response and changes course. Smoke bites her bottom lip and then smiles wickedly. Cat said I should try a change. Pulling out her commlink, Smoke does a Seattle grid search for "fetish" and "Changeling" clubs.
I think it's time to see just what else is out there...
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 07:26 PM
The first club her search finds is Infinity. It's a changeling club, the first in fact ,based in Seattle, and has quite a name for it's self. There's also a fetish/BDSM club called the Power Exchange in the area. The next hit is a club that includes fetsh, and has a bit of a rep among the elf community called the Hellfire Club. Dante's Inferno comes up as well of course, hosting "Nine Levels of Sinful experience". The Hellfire Club seesm to be running against the Inferno, boasting 13 floors.

The cab pulls up to Mortuary and Dweebs, the quiet, unassuming little store front on the edge of DownTown. The only markings are the store name in red neon cursive, and a small gargoyle over the top.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 07:32 PM
Smoke slips out of the autocab and into the rain, pulling her cape around her tighter. She looks up at the sign for a moment and then steps inside. The smell of incense and sage envelop her as she enters. The lighting is dim and it takes a moment for her eyes to adjust.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 08:08 PM
MOrtuary is alreayd gliding out from behind the dark gray granite counter top to greet Smoke when she enters. She takes her hands in hers and smiles. For some reason, she latched on to the young girl almost immediately on her first visit.

Mortuary, with her neo-victorian dresses and corsets, plum purple lipstick, and arm length lace gloves, was very much what Smoke wanted to be sometimes. She was mature and in control at all times. A very wise woman,who seemed as if she'd seen much of the world. She was also an elf.

Smoke dear, t's a pleasure to have you back. What are you looking for today?
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 08:58 PM
I.. I think it's time for a change, Mary. Smoke was one of the few people that called Mortuary by her real name... she just could never seem to wrap her mind around the 'Mortuary' aspect of her. I'm tired of always hiding, of all these... Smoke pulled at her cloak. these layers. I want to look more like... well, you actually. Smoke smiled nervously, stepping out of her comfort zone for the first time in her life. A steady rush of adrenaline still pounded through her veins, the after effect of the killing... but still, there was something that nagged at her as she spoke, that caused her to doubt herself.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 09:26 PM
I think I have just what you need. I'll take care of you.

She takes Smoke's hand, leading her in to the back of the shop. As Smoke watches, the picks out a nuber of skirts and dresses. Some with lace, some pure leather or synth leater, another of solid velvet. Along with these she selected a small assortment on boots, and a few shoes. Then came the selection of corsets, and especially elbow length gloves. On the AR display, Mortuary selected a few catalog options, showing Smoke how the outfits were normally worn, and helped her in to the changing rooms fitting the first ocrest over her small frame.

Not being a true elf, Smoke always ate lightly, and went hevy on the nutrient drinks. Not quite anorexic, it still slimmed down her waist line to the near tragic sizes that was common among elves. The nutrient drinks kept her in more or less good health, but it certainly affected her muscle mass.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 09:43 PM
Standing in front of the three-way mirror, Smoke eyed herself critically. The dresses looked like they had been molded to her form, the silk and velvet looking like a second skin... but still, the tiny nubs under the cloth reminded her of what lay beneath. The exposed skin that showed above the corset was studded with the tiny bone fragments. Smoke sighed.
Mary... I... the words didn't seem to come. Shaking her head, she nodded. I'll take all of it. Can I wear this out of the store? The red and black velvet gown looked stunning against the grey cloak she already wore. Her black lace gloves just the right shade of pitch black. She even loved the boots, neo-Victorian with just a hint of sadism.
She turned to reveal the whole outfit to Mary, clapping her hands and smiling... all sadness evaporated. Sometimes it was very apparent to Mary just how young Smoke really was.
Smoke walked to the counter, toying with a red and black velvet crucifix she had picked up from a display. Mary... what do you know of the Hellfire Club?
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 10:09 PM
Of course you can wear it out. Once you pay for it. Mortuary winked, giving Smoke a playful smile.

The club's a new one. It only opend in the last six months. I know the Dante, the owner of the Inferno, is spitting mad about it. But the owner, a woman called "Lillith" is apparently an old freind of his. We'll see how long that lasts I suppose.

It's sort of a hedonistic club. Lots of skin, lots of wine, lots of blacks and red. You'd probably like it. It's also getting a reputation of being a society place. Sort of a see and be seen hot spot. Lillith's marrying some noble from the Tir from what I hear, so it's also very in with poeple here in Seattle that like the neo-elf culture. It's a very slick place. Silk would do you good there.

Going out for some fun?
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 10:12 PM
I think so. I'm trying out the new look. Smoke smiles and slots her credstick, paying her balance. Do you think I could leave the rest of this here for a bit? I don't have a place yet and I don't think I can get away with carrying all these boxes into the club. Smoke smiles and holds up her credstick again. I could pay a... storage fee, if need be.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 10:14 PM
You just spent almost a thousand on an entire new wardrobe. I think I can hold on to them for you for a while without you having to pay even more.

You'll knock 'em dead.

You're not taking a cab there are you?
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 10:17 PM
Smoke frowns. I was.. I shouldn't? Should I hire a car? I've never been somewhere like this before... For a moment, Smoke's hesitation comes back unbidden. A strange voice, one she's never heard before echoes from within her.
You idiot! Showing up at a place like that in a cab? What are you? Some kind of street rat? You'll never be accepted at a place like that. Might as well go home and let yourself slowly bleed to death, spare us all the pity of watching you fail.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 10:26 PM
Relax. Ypu've obviously got some cred to burn. Making it your 'coming out' night. You can hhire a limo, have it here within an hour. It won't cost you more than a few hundred. Spoil your self for once.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 10:48 PM
Smoke smiles and nods. Yes... a limo. Good idea. She pulls out her commlink and makes the arrangements, splurging on a dark grey vintage Rolls Royce. Stroking the screen she practically purrs.
I would love to own one of these someday. She turns back to Mary. They said they'd be here within 30 minutes. Any advice?
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 10:55 PM
Yes, be careful with your skirt when you step out, otherwise you'll flash everyone. Unless you're really looking to make a first impression. In which case, flash everyone. She giggles a bit as well.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 11:02 PM
Smoke laughs and nods. She tries on several more corset-style tops before finally settling on the black and red one again. She pairs it with the velvet neo-Victorian skirt, pulled up to mid thigh on both sides to reveal black lace nylons and garters. Smiling at Mary, she heads out into the night, pulling the cowl of her cloak down around her face. In the limo, she raises the partition and touches up her makeup, deepening the black around her eyes and smoothing on a dark burgundy lipstick.
Here goes everything... Letting the cowl fall back down, she sits back against the cushions and waits.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 11:10 PM
Mortuary gives her a quick peck on the cheek as she leaves. Remember, leave the cloak if you can. Ths is you coming out. Show off, be proud of your self and what you have.

Have fun.

Arriving at the Hellfire Club, Smoke looks at the entrance almost transfixed. The entrance it's self is no gaping demon maw, but a pair of sleek black mahogany black doors, led to by a black marble staircase. Real wood, real stone, real fire lining the hand rails as well. It's late night when she arrives, and a throng of people are still waiting out side. The red carpet leading up to the entrance of the 13 story black edifice beckons to her.

The place has a feel of decadance. There's no doubt that this is the place you want to be seen, to be felt, to show your presence to the gaping onlookers. That's the feel it gives in one look. This is where you want to be so that others can stare at your majesty.

Twin uplights of stark white light the building's face. There is no fancy AR cluttering the AR here. The scene speaks for it's self. The AR is inside of course, there's no doubt, as the Club's host site pings her commlink. The VR doorman conects to her commlink as she drives up.

Welcome to the HellFire Club.

You are a new guest, so please, amke your self welcome. We are pleased to see that you have come properly prepared for this experience.

Enter, and find your desires.

The AR gives an option for express entry, for a small fee of nuyen.gif 200. No line, and a easy drop off right at the red carpet.

Y/N?

Lady Door
May 5 2007, 11:14 PM
Smoke smiles and replies in the affirmative. Leaning forward, she slides the partition down.
Driver, be back by 3 a.m. When he nods, she smiles and steps out of the stopped car.
Walking up the red carpet is unreal, a line of people stare at her, wondering. Feeling bold, Smoke throws the cape back over her shoulders revealing for the first time her pierced skin. She continues forward, feeling more confident then she has in years. By the time she reaches the doors, she's convinced herself that she belongs here.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 11:24 PM
The bouncer lets her in, holding the door for her. He's a hulking troll, flanking the door on the right. On the left is another huge troll, holding the second door open wide. They know how to let a girl make an entrance.

The sound of hte place washes over her. The music is low and slow, a deep and sensual rythm that gets right to the bone. She can hear other sounds along with it. The roar of the crowd, cheers, shouts, and vooices. She can hear the low moan, the sound of a woman, or women, deep in the throes of orgasm, coming through the speakers as well.

The feel of the place washes over her. She's like a queen, or some noble hgh born, coming to be shown to her people, to dsiplay her self for the world to watch in awe. A gorgeous elevn man in a perfectly cut dark gray suit greets her at the entrance hall, leading in to the club it's self. Ahead is the double blind black and red curtains, cutting off the view of the crowd inside from the throng without. They don't beling, yet, so they don't get to see the wonders within. She can smell a musky scent, along wth a sweetness. Like rose petals and sex, the honey sweet smell is intoxicating.

The elven man, tall, with long wilky blond hair, bows to her.

Welcome to the Hellfire Club Mistress. May I have your name please, so that I may better serve you?

On her AR, the admission price of nuyen.gif 200 pops up. Obviously this place is not for posers.
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 11:27 PM
Smoke tosses her hair over one shoulder, giving the man a look of cold appreciation. She's playing the part tonight, playing it to the hilt. With a subtle wave of her hand over the AR she pays the fee, tipping another 200 nuyen.gif.
I am the Lady Arundel-Montgomery, of Arundel.
She slips her cloak off of her shoulders and hands it to the man.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 11:29 PM
He bows, again, taking the cloak.

What is the Lady's pleasure tonight?
Lady Door
May 5 2007, 11:30 PM
I want to see what Seattle has to offer. I've only recently traveled from England. Impress me. Smoke's lips curl into a haughty smile.
Oh, this is fun.
fistandantilus4.0
May 5 2007, 11:59 PM
That we can do, my Lady. This way please. My name is Ashton My Lady. I will be yours to comman tonight, assuming you are in need of my services.

Again the AR pop-up gives a query ,offering Ashton's "services" for the evening, for the price of nuyen.gif 1,000.
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 12:01 AM
Unsure of herself again, Smoke nods her head yes and pays the thousand.
I would like an escort, Ashton. Thank you. She steps forward tenatively, realizing that by now he will have seen her "disfigurement" and wondering what his reaction will be. She watches his eyes carefully.
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 12:08 AM
He cuts a deep bow , indicating the curtain ahead and he rises and leads her. The double doors are closed already. They are alone for the moment.

The curtain ahead is a pair of black curtains, one on each side of the hall. In the center is a blood red curtain, back ten feet from the flanking black, creating an impressive double blind. The thick curtains do quite a lot to cut off the sound.

As Ashton leads her, instead of being led around, the red curtain parts at the center, displaying her to the throng, and the throng to her. THe dance floor is presented front and center, circled by an elevated drinking area, and a bar that circles the entire massive room.

The dancers are wearing all manner of exotic clothing, and some ,none at all. Black is ever present, but slashes of blues, greens, reds, and pinks are everywhere, highlighting the dancers. Colored llights stream around the room, casting beams of blue among the crowds. A laser shows lights the ceiingling thirty feet above, making the entire room seem alive and throbbing. Along the side walls, AR depictions of erotic suuccbae and incubi gyrate wit the throng. More than a few of the dancers seem to match the display. Elevators, escalators, and stairs, lead to the next level, although each is guarded by another bouncer.
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 12:11 AM
Smoke gasps and smiles, quickly hiding it so that she appears less eager.
I would like a drink, Ashton. Something strong. Smoke waits, wondering if her wish will be granted. Will he wonder if I'm too young? Will he even care? Look at these people... that woman has a TAIL! ... and no one cares.
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 12:17 AM
Ashton simply begins walking down the stair way, leading her by the hand. An ork detaches him self from the bottom of the stairs, and escorts the pair through the crowd, skiritng the outside walk way. He leads her all the way across to the center of the bar, almost precisely in line with where she enters. He never asks her age. It's obvious she's too young to legally drink. Whether it's the money, or the title, or something else entirely, he doesn't say.

Smoke gets a good look at he club goers as she walks. There are more than a few changelings here. Like her, their SURGE characteristcs then to lean towards the darker end of the spectrum. Third eyes, tails, claws, and the like are not at all out of the norm here. There are also quite a number of elves, although all reaces seem to be present on the dance floor.

The bartender is an attractive human man, his bare chest a sun kissed bronze. It looks like most of hte bartenders shoudl be models. With the outrageous cover charge, they shoudl be able to afford it. That apparently is the point.

An AR bar menu pops up for her as she appreaches, broken odwn into different lists. Traditional alcohols, wines, exotic, etc. Absinthe is available of course, as are a number of Tir wines. There are also a number of listed mixed drinks, such as the well known Long Island, and Sex on the Beach, as well as the infamous local drink Orgasm.
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 12:28 AM
Smoke surveys the menu, musing over the drinks list. Finally, she settles on Absinthe. She makes the selection and then smiles at the bartender, trying her hand at flirting for the first time.
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 12:31 AM
He smiles back, very invitingly. He quickly makes her dirnk for her, dropping in the sugar once it's prepaired.

Ashton has one with her. Never should a Lady drink alone. He raises his galss to her, then drinks. Quietly, he says to her I see you like Justin. Would you like to have him?
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 12:36 AM
Smoke's eyes widen as she drinks. It takes a supreme act of will not to let the drink spill out of her mouth in shock. I.. I'm not ready for such things yet. Perhaps, you could show me more of this place? Smoke gasps as the warm liquid flows down her throat and closes her eyes to the sensation. She moans with pleasure.
Oh, my love... the taste! The warmth... how could I have never experienced anything like this before...
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 12:39 AM
Of course. There is of course the dance area if the Lady would like to take her pleasures there. There are many other plasures to be had, and things to see. If the Lady is looking for soemthing in particualr, I could direct her more easily. If you would like to see some of the more exclusive areas, it will be just one moment while I obtain you authorization, since this is your first visit.
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 12:44 AM
Authorization, Ashton? Smoke's face colors at the thought of being refused admittance. She smiles quickly. Perhaps, a dance then... The critical voice returns, laughing in her mind.
Dance?! You cannot dance! You're beloved "teacher" never thought to teach you such things, did he? Oh, what a fool you'll be. Shut up and sit down before you embarrass yourself even more. You think you would be allowed admittance to these private areas he speaks of? What are you, but a second rate noble in a first rate club?
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 12:46 AM
Of course. Would you like me to find you a proper partner, or wil lthe Lady chooose her own, while I obtain you access?
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 12:51 AM
I believe I can find my own, Ashton. Smoke smiles and leaves to wind her way through the crowd, watching the dancers gyrate as one. Her eyes search for someone in whom she can find a kindred spark, or anyone who will return her glance, really.
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 12:59 AM
Suprisingly, more than a few return her glances, men and women. Thinking of ShadowCat explaining her tastes, Smoke can't help but wonder. There are those that recoil at her spurs, but they are the exception rather than the rule, and no one gives her the look of horror she is used to. Mostly shock followed by curiousity is what she sees. Within a minute, she has a young human man and an elf girl dancing with her, as close as they can. The thick skirt protects agaisnt the bite of the spurs, and soon, they're both hip to hip with her.
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 02:29 AM
Smoke smiles and presses closer, careful to do so only with her velvet and vinyl clad hips. She smiles at the girl and boy, leaning close and kissing each one in turn. The absinthe causing her to grow dizzy and bold.
Spotting Ashton at the bar, she smiles and licks her lips casting flirtatious looks his direction.
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 04:08 AM
Ashton watches for a few minutes, eventually making his way over to the trio on the dance floor. He slides up next to Smoke while the girl kisses her neck and the human man runs his hands up her hips. The four continue dancing on the floor together, staying very close. Ashton seems a bit out of place in his suit among all the club clothes, but makes up for it with confidence.
Lady Door
May 6 2007, 04:11 AM
Smoke sways to the music, enjoying the heat and the sounds. After the third song, Smoke motions to the bar and leans closer to her two new companions.
Can I buy you two a drink? Smoke smiles, enjoying her new found celebre and the feel of spending money with abandon.
Going to have to find more work... I could definitely get used to this.
fistandantilus4.0
May 6 2007, 04:21 AM
The two nod, and head to the bar with Smoke. The human man, approxiametly early 20s, is about 5'7" tall, with short cut brown hair dyed red. He has tattoos up both arms in the tribal style, but in constantly changing colors. He's wear a black undershirt and black slacks. He has a pretty good build to go with the look. He says his name is Cal.

The elf girl, 5'9", has blond hair, possibly bleached, tied in to pig tails. She's wearing a similar style tank top, but white, with no bra. The sweat makes it almost transparent. Her jeans are cut low enough that the top of her butt shows. She says her name is Anya.

The two order drinks at the bar and begin chatting Smoke up.

Cal leans in to be heard over the music So I have to ask... are those spike real, or an aug?
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