Smoke looks down at her arms and smiles. I was gifted when the Comet passed. She takes a sip of her absinthe, letting the sugar dissolve in her mouth, closing her eyes to it's heady taste. She smiles over at Cal and holds her arm out.
Would you like to feel for yourself?

He nods, and runs his fingers, then his hand gently over one of the spurs. Anys does the same on Smoke's other arm, then runs two fingers over it, as if tweaking it. She looks at Smoke suggestively while she does it.

Smoke smiles back, then withdraws her arms. So, what brings the two of you here? What does this place have that the others don't? Smoke also messages Ashton over the AR... What other vices do you offer? The absinthe is lovely, but I'm looking for something... stronger.

Cal answers first. I come for the girls. My old man's with Fed Boeing, so I already have a job waiting for me, they pay for my school, hell they pay for what ever I need most of the time. So I go where I want.

Anya, whom Smoke is deciding is a natural blond, gives him a decidedly nasty look. She whispers in Smoke's ear instead of shouting for everyone to hear.I come here because it's a good place for our kind. Here, if you're an elf, you get what you wan.t If you want some loud mouth human to stop bothering you for instance, just ask the staff. It's done.

Ashton responds on the AR. We have everything your heart desires my Lady. We have all the best liqours, any chemical drug or tech based that you would care to try as well. We have private rooms for more intimate encounters, if you're ready, with as few or many as you would like. That and much more. What is the Lady's pleasure?

Smoke smiles at Anya, absurdly pleased to be taken so readily as an elf.
Really? How ... entertaining. Smoke eyes Cal again, enjoying the loud human immensely... and wondering perversly what he would do if she were to run her thorns across his skin.
Underneath the table, she strokes Cal's thigh while continuing her chat with Ashton on the AR.
I would like to try something hallucinigenic. Can you find something like that for me?... and a private room, I think.

Of course. I will have some "zen' supplied immediately. Let me know when you are ready.

The bar tab appears, showing 60, another 100 for the Zen, enough for three, and 300 per hour for the private room.

Cal subtly pushes against Smoke's hand with his leg, incing closer so that he rhand slides up his thigh. He's smiling at Anya as if he's won something.

Some kind of competition between these two maybe? Or perhaps, Cal's human hearing is not as defective as Anya would believe. Either way, so intriguing. I wonder if Cat would like it here. Smiling, Smoke continues to stroke Cal under the table, enjoying his responses. It's her first time being so intimate with a man, and so exceedingly different.
Show us the way, Ashton. Smoke nods to him after sending the message and then sends another quick message, hoping it finds its way to its recipient.
Cat, @ the Hellfire Club. Showing skin and everything. Thinking of you. Smoke

Ashton leads the group to one of the elevator banks. The elevator is made of glass, with the option to make it dark or transparent as the 'rider' chooses. THe ork in front of it steps aside as Ashton walks up, giving the quartet access. Ashton waits until everyone is inside, the directs it up to the second floor.

The second floor looks more like a lounge area, a place to escape the roar of below. It's sectioned off in to a number of slightly recessed areas, with dark blue flooring. The Flor is apaprnetly glass ,as some areas are transparent as well, allowing the people above to view those below, although Smoke does not recall seeing the second floor from the first. Couches ring each section, with a glass coffee table in the middle. Waiters and waitresses bustle about bringing drinks.

Smoke's Commlink beeps.

Alright, you've got to send me a pic. Are you out with others, or looking for some company?

Smoke smiles broadly and uses the AR view to take a picture of herself in between the others.
I'd love your company. Are you offering? Smoke sends the message and then follows Ashton in the room, enjoying the lounge style environment.
So, Ashton, tell me... is this what you do night after night? Enjoy the company of those that would pay for your attentions? The words may come across as snobbish, but it's clear from her expression that she's merely curious and means no offense... at least, that's how it would appear.

No not every night. It's my privilege to see to our more importnat guests. So here I am.

Cat's AR reply comes back. Be there in an hour. Get in to trouble.

Smoke smiles delightedly. So, I'm an 'important' guest then, am I? ... well, that certainly calls for another round..
I wonder how many other women and men he says that to... oh well, what does it matter? I'm finally having some fun!
Smoke looks over her two companions and laughs. I've taken the privilege of having some Zen sent up, I hope you two don't mind...

Cal laughs Drek I'm up for anything!

Anya rolls her eyes. I don't mind. I don't thin I'll be having any, but feel free your self.

Ashton smiles and orders up another bottle of absinthe.

Smoke narrows her eyes briefly behind her absinthe glass, annoyed at Anya's killjoy attitude. This woman is nothing like Cat. Putting her glass down, Smoke stands and begins to dance in time to the still slow and sensual music coming through the speakers. She smiles and motions to Ashton to join her.

He does without hesitation, joing and moving with her. Picking up on her mood, he places an arm around her waist, his hip against hers. Soon the other two join in, again gathered around Smoke.

Anya leans in again. You never told me your name.

Her body is against Smoke's , sliding up and down against her. It brings back pleasant memories. Cal is behind her, his hands now roaming freely.

My name is Naerdiell. Others call me Smoke. Smoke smiles and continues to grind, gyrating in time with the music. When the Zen arrives, she looks at it curiously before looking at Ashton for instruction.

It's a small gel caplet. Simply put it in your mouth, and it will dissolve. it's effects will take about ten minutes to kick in.

Cal takes a hit without hesitation, as Ashton hands the small bottle of tablets to Smoke.

Smoke nods and takes a pill, sliding it under her tongue. Spirit of Man, Spirit of Water; watch over me. Make sure I nor any of my possessions come to harm.

The group continues 'dancing' to the music. If Smoke recognized foreplay, she'd have realised that's what they were leading up to. Cal's hands were more free until they simply began to grope her. Anya's touch was more delicate, and also more precise. She knew where to touch.

Ashton seemed to just be enjoying him self, enjoying the moment, simply enjying the private party. It didn't take long for the Zen to kick in. One moment she was looking at Anya, who had just kissed her deeply. The next, as she turned, Anya's face seemd to stretch out as Smoke's head looked else where.

Smoke's eyes widen as the effects of the drug take effect. Reeling, she stumbles back against the plush couch, unconciously pulling Ashton and Anya down with her.
What? I... oh, wow...

Anya laughs, enjoying the moment. She kisses Smoke deeply again. Ashton wipes away at a tear in his suit, and a bit of blood. He simply takes off his jacket. Cal for his part, sits back and watches the elf girls make out.

Smoke's eyes follow Ashton as he wipes at the tear. The ingrained embarrasment and scorn are enough to bring her out of her haze, if only for a moment.
Ashton... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to... I can have that repaired.

Not a problem at all my Lady.

Anya gives Smoke a moment to breathe, then begins kissing her neckm once she decides that everything is ok. Ashton seems to be waiting to be sure of what Smoke wants.

Smoke draws Ashton in closer and kisses him passionately before letting go and whispering in his ear... I want you, Ashton. You..

Needing no more urging, he begins to undress. Anya does the same, helping Smoke out of her corset quickly. Cal is still watching.

The beginnings of the party are interupted by a quick rapping at the door ,followed by it opening. An elven girl, probably no older than Smoke walks in. Her hair is long, blond, and fine, perhaps worn down to her waist, but tied back in to a tail. At a second look, she may be just a bit younger than Smoke. She's wearing, of all things, a long, slinky red dress, with spaghetti straps, that slides just above the floor as she walks.

Ashton stands as soon as she enters, almost as if standing at attention. Her cool blue eyes slide over him, laughing a bit ,as he is now half undressed.

I'm hope I'm not interrupting anything Ashton. I've come to meet our guest. Lady Montgomery de Arundel , I am Jessica Taylor. I 've been attempting to free my self some time to meet you. Welcome to the Hellfire Club. I see you've already had the time to sample a few of our finer treats.

She smiles especially at Anya, crouching undressed on the floor in front of Smoke.

By Ashton's posture, she's someone very important.

Smoke stands and steps over Anya to walk to the woman, her curiousity piqued.
Hello... She slides her eyes over the woman, intrigued in the new elf. She visibly assenses her.
Assensing

Smoke doesn't notice the look Anya gives, but it's there.

Jessica smiles offering her hand, apparently the hostess now.



Have you been enjoying our club so far? Her voice is sweet, probably would be a soprano. She talks very comfortably, like she's used to having people listen when she talks.

Smoke raises an eyebrow, unaccustomed to seeing such power in one so young.
I am. Ashton has taken good care of me. Smoke doles out her words carefully, still unsure of how to respond to the woman.
Unconciously, she pulls her gloves higher, and her cape tighter around her arms.

Yes, he's a good boy. She runs a hand down Ashton's cheek, much like one wold a favored pet. She smiles. It's not the secret, sly smile that is most often expected of the aristocratic types. It's a more playful, and maybe just a bit dangerous.

I'd like some time to speak with you in priavte. Perhaps when you're finished? I didin't mean to interrupt your play.

Still curious and more then a little aroused by the womans' obvious power, Smoke shakes her head.
No, I'm free now. Let's talk.

Alright then, why don't we have a seat. Oh, you can go. You stay though. Ashton, why don't you wait out side. Girl talk. She winks at Ashton as she waves out Cal, and motions for Anya you keep sitting. Strangely, everyone complies wihout so much as blinking. Jessica sits down, and pets Anya lightly on the head. The mostly naked girl smiles, almost adoringly.

So , what brought you to the Hellfire tonight, if I may ask?

Smoke eyes Anya's new posture. Well, that's certainly new. She gives the woman another long look and then speaks.
I heard that the Hellfire was more ... accepting ... to those with Smoke looks down at her 'thorns' unusual body types.

'Unusual'? That might be, but I think in your case, you should be saying 'gorgeous'. I think you'll be right at home here.

She glances down at Anya, then at Smoke's look.I'm sorry, I was just playing with her. She's all yours.

Jessica pulls her hand away, and Anya moves back over to Smoke, actually putting her head in her lap like a puppy, and massaging her thigh.

Smoke smiles at the compliment and blushes slightly. Thank you. I'm glad you think so, I... I think I like it here. Do you work here?
Smoke recoils a little bit in surprise when Anya moves and then slowly strokes her head. She watches her carefully, then scans her aura on the astral looking for any sign of lingering drug or spell use.
What did you do? You made her ... different.

There doesn't seem to be any spell in effect. Her system is also free of an of the drugs she herself took. The astral certainly looks groovy.

I wouldn't say that I 'work' here. I'm a member of the Club. Not quite the same thing as someone that goes to it.

That's just a little trick for those more weak in the will. Did you like her better the other way?

NO... I mean, I like her this way. Smoke strokes Anya's hair and face, smiling down at the now-subservient girl. How do you do it?

It's something that has to be learned. It takes a long time. But I could teach you I suppose. That is, if you're planning on sticking around. Are you?

She gently strokes the fawning Anya's back while she chats, watching Smoke stroke her face . Anya is practically purring.

I live in Seattle now, if that's what you mean. England... well, it has bad memories. You ... could teach me? Smoke's eyes light up at the suggestion.
For once I'm glad Pierce has left me to my own devices. It's becoming a very entertaining evening.

Oh I'm sure there's lots of things I could teach you. She smiles, her looks is very suggestive.

Of course, to learn , you'd have to be in the Club. Nathaniel will want to talk to you about that. I think he'll be here in a little while.

We do still have time for other things though, if you're interested.

Smoke smiles and nods, biting her bottom lip. So, teach me.

Smoke learns quite a lot in the next hour or so. At one point, her commlink beeps Cat's number.

Smoke smiles and answers the call, motioning for Jessica to give her just one second.
Cat! Are you here?

I'm on the first floor, near the ... well the west bar. Where are you?

At the moment, it's only one of Cat's icons. There's little point in trying to actually hold a commlink up to your face in the craze of people down stairs.

A private room, on the second floor. Smoke smiles at Ashton. Ashton, could you escort a friend of mine up here, please?

Ashton nods and heads below, forwarding him the profile for Cat's commlink. He heads below, while Jessica continues "teaching" her, using Anya as a sort of "teachers aide."

There's a rap at the door about ten minutes later. It opens, as Ashton holds the door for ShadowCat, closing it behind her. Cat walks in, then stares in total suprise.

Come at a bad time Smoke? You look a little tied up She recovers quickly,smirking amused.

No, Cat... I think you're just in time. Cat... this is Jessica, and this is Anya. Jessica, Anya... this is my friend, Cat.

Anya waves almost dreamily, Jessica smiles up at her. Come on in and join us.

For a moment, Smoke sees indecision on ShadowCat's usually hard to read asian features. Then she seems to decide something and nods. She removes her sunglasses and begins making her self 'comfortable' with the others.

Later, Smoke orders everyone another round of drinks.. enjoying the rare opportunity to splurge. She stands and displays her new outfit for Cat, smiling.
What do you think?

It looks good on you. Real good. You know, when it's on. It looks a lot more you than waht you were wearing before. Are you enjoying it?

Jessica laughs. I'd say so.

Smoke laughs too and then frowns in thought. Jessica, who is Nathaniel? You mentioned him earlier...