I dont have a presence at all on NS, so I joined the forum at Haru-san's suggestion as a place to post some role-play posts I've done in the past.
(These are Rizon iRC chat log role-plays adjusted to be post worthy. Starry in Bold, Angel in italics, Makkura in blue and Gypsy in red)
First One
The inn had a modest appearance, by all accounts very inviting and so on and so forth. It did however have a neighborhood warning attached to it, you see people went in, and most times did not come back out. Or rather, came back out
but much different than when they went in. It was a two story arrangement, with more then likely a lower floor, ie a basement or another. It had a sterile white blocky formation with a tudor style shingled roof of the brown-rust hue
. A simple porch and then the door. Once within, it was more in tune with it's name. Gratuitous leathering covered the furniture, there were hanging spots with hooks for bodies, and poles for " wild " girls to entertain, and of
course a bar, right next to a set of stairs that led to private suites. There you can, and would find Katya. As per usual she was adorned in a very sexy shiny PVC catsuit, designed to hug her body and mould against her curves into
an irresistible delight for the eyes! It was a v-neck with hood design with a rear zipper and also a zip at the front which can be strategically released for
teasing and so on. The clickity-clack sound of the thigh high boots, elevating that short little treat with the six and a half inches of elevation completed the outfit. The whole attire was in a
positively alluring bright white, the kind that could stun the eyes with blindness, and it was with that, that just made her stand out even more.
Rex had been to many places before in the Veil, a sort of mirror between worlds that one could drive or walk through easy peasy. Taverns, Inns, Clubs, Pubs, Houses, Castles, even a cemetery or two. However, as he pulled up in his metallic green Lexus towards the parking lot, he had seen the name of the place.
The Pain n Agony Inn. He was dressed in a pair of black shoes, black jeans, and a black henley t-shirt. The Asian-American then saw the sign and he frowned. He reached into his car and made sure that he came strapped, of course,
thinking that a place with that disclaimer, he needed to protect himself. As he then closed the door to his car, he pressed the key-ring that would eventually lead up to the double-beep and double-flash of it being armed.
He took one last look at the warning sign before stepping inside. He saw the leather furniture as well as the hooks and poles. He felt a bit edgy, making a bee-line towards the bar. He sat in a bar stool, reaching into his back
pocket to pull out his wallet. He'd pull out a crisp and clean $20.00 bill, folding it three times so that the "20" was showing and waited to see if there was a bartender or bartendress around.
Now she was behind the bar, but her attentions were more or less, well lets be honest she was drifting. If the muted screams from the kitchen were any indication, Katya had been a bit busy. Not like the inn was all that busy mind
you. There was obviously something off about the woman standing there, maybe the sort of glazed over look in those eyes, or the way her knuckles appeared to be bruised, as if she'd been hitting a wall for hours. Fingers flexed
slowly, popping sounds filling the area as eventually attentions were settled on the new arrival. Her regulars werent here yet, the lowest of the low, organ traffickers, mercenaries, scum and villainy alike that filled niche roles
for everywhere and everyone. She eyed the mixed man before her, and what she said was not something one expects at a bar, or maybe they do here anyways. "
Have you ever tried to grow your eyes back? That lovely shade of yours, I dont have any of them in my collection. It's such a travesty. Be a dear and end that? " Plucking up a scalpel and a spork looking device. " Or did you just
want to bore me and order a drink..? "
So few places any more were rife with carnal lusts and debauchery, and when those last few bastions popped up, you could almost be assured the demoness would find her way there, almost as if she could sniff out the sin.
What other reason had she to explore save to sate the unrelenting boredom that seemed to plague the poor girl, so it was that bare feet fell with that soft pitter patter as the darling demoness traipsed down the
sidewalk with her end goal being the Inn, and of course there was only one outfit that would have or should have been worn to such a delightful place, two flaps of silk were strung on matching tarnished gold chain that hung
loosely from the girls hips with its front flap dropped to a naughty V betwixt those sun kissed thighs while the back flap hugged over the curve of that pert heart shaped rear of hers.
Taut tummy was left bare, since it was
only another square thin flaps of silks covered over those supple swells, held in place by more of that yummy tarnished gold to finish off her outfit, from all four corners of the top the chain ran, the bottom two
corners crossed over the girls sides and met at the small of her back while the top two criss crossed over her chest and hooked into that delicious O ring attached to the thick leather collar clasped about a dainty throat.
Of
course the demon was not out on the prowl alone this evening, wrapped tightly around a hand was a metal length of chain that ran behind her, with its other end connected to a D-ring coiled around the neck of the
songbird who had been dragged in tow...not as if Sasha would have denied the demon anyway's, it was just more fun this way! Soon enough that free hand found itself against the door and a little nudge given, just enough to allow
that svelte for inside, along with the charge that should have been at heel.
But on the off chance the gypsy was distracted a playful little tug was given to the leash to spur her along with that silent command
.
The Gypsy was always getting distracted by -something-! Tug upon chain caught her by surprise since crystalline blue eyes had wandered to the sights across the street. That adorable little squeak sounded out and she was walking
inside right behind Mak. Not being one to traipse around outside in crimson slave silks alone, Sasha had snatched a black cloak from the club before departing, so it hid away most of the bare expanse of alabaster flesh that would
otherwise be on display. She did catch tail end of a conversation concerning the collection of eyes. Could it be that the sadistic Makkura had lead her to yet -another- place of extremes? Soft hand adjusted the ring upon the front
of her collar while the other tossed back unruly crimson hair. She'd never worn a collar before. The tug applied reminded her exactly as to why!
He'd then quirk an eyebrow at the woman dressed in all white. Yes, it was a bit blinding. Her words made his muscles tense." I like my eyes exactly where they are. The latter." He said, placing the money on the counter and sliding it forward. " Bourbon, if you've got any, please." He said, his gaze going towards that scalpel and that spork thing. He then looked behind him towards the two women entering, seeing one collared and chained to the other.
Well, he half expected as much. He nodded to the both of them before turning his attention towards the one behind the counter. He was not to sure what to make of the veiled threat that was said to him, only that he anticipating
having to defend himself or just use sarcasm.
" Spoil sport..I even had gauze all ready, plus you could be cute that way. Think of the story you could tell people. Crazy sociopath took my eye and all I got was this t-shirt. It would be a gas. A riot. " She delightfully informed
the gentlemen at the bar. She was quite enthusiastic about it as well before those grey-blue's of hers caught sight of the entering pair. Oh..delightful patrons..still musnt be rude, no no that wouldn't do at all, why he might give
in later! A whip of frame about for a bottle to the right, and uponst the second glass shelf. Heaven Hill's 2010 Parker's Heritage Collection, the one-hundred-twenty-four proof stuff was quite delicious and packed a punch. Into a
short snifter glass, light rattle of cubed ice against it, and then the plastic pour spout was removed prior to her making the short trip to where he sat. It was placed gently uponst the coaster, and the money he'd offered, taken
v Cotton Candy v: with a bit of change returned, just about twelve or so at that. Attention dragged for a moment, those eyes, one day sweets..one day...and then.." Welcome dears, oh you look just delicious.."
Why the collar, it really served no purpose...perhaps it was just one of those mental stigmas that gave Makkura the power trip she'd been craving since the run in with Reisha. And so, another tug was given to the length of chain
simply because she could, enough to bring Sasha right up along side the demoness so an arm could coil itself around the creatures waist and give a little possessive squeeze, though there was a dual purpose for drawing the girl
in.
Makkura leaned herself in, letting those petal soft tiers purse together and brush against the shell of Sasha's ear before cooing out. "Sweets, we're inside now, lose the cloak or lose it all." While she should have just taken
the opportunity to strip the girl right then and there, but a person couldn't unwrap all the gifts at once, it had to be dragged out and savored! Crimson color pools drifted away from Sasha, flittering towards the woman behind the
bar who had welcomed the pair and even let that Cheshire grin peek through. "...mm, you have no idea just how delicious."
It was a horrible shot at innuendo, and moved on from rather quickly. The Demon made a quick bee line for
the bar and once at a stool, hitched her hip up to settle that pert derriere on the seat. "Sasha, Nadu." Simple command, to make it clear the girl wasn't to take a stool for herself. And once made, full focus returned to the woman
playing tender. "I'll take a scotch please, straight up and heavy on the pour."
Power trips and Reisha often went hand in hand. The second tug upon chain got Mak a soft growl from cherry lips of her willing "slave". In truth she belonged to someone else, but there was no harm in letting Mak think she had the
run of things! Against Mak's side she nuzzled, giving the white clad woman tending the bar an appreciative look over before taking note at who sat with his drink. "Hey....!" Finger lifted and a little too slowly pointed in his
direction. Fuck! She'd forgotten the man's name and instantly felt aweful for it.
She always loved a well dressed man, and he had serious style. Blues slid to glance at her companion out the corners at the demand to lose the
cloak. Devious smile spread in the same cheshire manner the demonette had given the owner. Deft fingers flicked the thin fabric from her shoulders only to catch it behind her before it hit the floor. It was whipped about and then
tossed towards the fellow who's tie she vowed to one day yank on. "You can keep that, love." She gave a sly wink before realizing she had just been given a command. Wasn't her cloak anyway. Lips formed word without a sound something
akin to 'oh my god'. Incredulous much? Oh yes! How could Mak do that to her in public?! Heavily she sighed and sank in that Nadu position, palms up upon tops of spread thighs. Chin up. Eyes down. Just like Melody taught her.
" Even if it was done, an eye for an eye would have to be done. Besides, I have enough t-shirts." He retorted back as he then saw the drink poured for him. " Thank you." He said as he then picked up the glass. He sniffed the
contents before turning towards the two new occupants. He recognized the both of them as soon as he focused on their faces, he then saw that one of them was pointing at his direction. He couldn't help but grin. " Hey yourself. " He
said and toasted the "slave." He then saw the thin fabric tossed his way and blinked as he reached out with his free hand to catch it and felt the material. Then he saw the very svelte body and heard the command, seeing the woman
that acknowledged him then see her in the new position. He quirked a brow at that as he saw the spread thighs a bit.
" Of course, you can take one of mine..I grow them back eventually. " Bit disturbing, but then, who wasn't this day and age. At the request, she moved very serpentine like, slithering back towards the bar's many bottles arranged just
so. Ze Germans are coming, right into your cup. The snifter glass set just so uponst the bar counter, upon a coaster no less and out of a slick metal topper, came Sonnenschein 10 Year Old Single Malt with nary a splashing. Oily and
dark looking, it got such from the Scottish casking system that was used. " A good choice dear, mm..yes. Also since you seem of the mindset, this.." She slid a menu over and well within reach. " Is a list of all our playthings.
Racks, hooks, lashes, oh my..amongst other things.." The odd thing about the bartender is that something her supernatural guests often commented on, is she bore no aura whatsoever, no window to the soul in those eyes of hers. Oh sure one
could smell blood and all that, but it wasn't hers. Never was. A muffled scream from the 'kitchen'. Mild annoyance on the face of the bartender for a moment. " Pardon sweets.." And up came a rather clean for the moment cleaver. " I
do hate it when dinner gets mouthy. "
The gypsy's fixation on the male wasn't missed and while the demon vaguely recalled him, he obviously hadn't left much of an impression to warrant any sort of greeting...save a raised brow for his that was offered to Sasha. It was
dismissed as not really important, after all the songbird had followed the commands and stripped herself of the cloak before sinking to her knees like a good girl, allowing the demon to at least pay the woman behind the bar the
proper amount of attention, and wasn't it fortuitous, since along with the drink came a rather naughty menu.
It was said menu that hand was drawn to first, fingers pressed down against it to drag it closer for a proper once
over. "Goody, playthings! This place is sadly absent the delicious screams and moans that should be ringing off the walls. We'll have to see if we can change that." Finger trailed down the page until finding something of
interest, it was just a shame the woman had snatched up the meat cleaver and seemed to have a mind to head the direction of the scream. "Do hurry love, I have so many questions and needs." Dismissive wave of her hand towards the
woman, only then to let eyes drop down to the kneeling Gypsy. "Mm, you're gonna sing for us love...nice and loud."
He paused as he heard the woman say it was alright to take one of her eyes. Wow, that had been creepy. Super creepy. He then saw the way that the other woman, whats-her-name disregarded him. Well, fine, the feeling was mutual. He
then turned his attention back to the one in a weird position and heard her speak. " Um, are you okay? " He took a drink as he tried to relax but
those screamings were interrupting that. He then took more sips of his drink, shifting in his seat as he took a glance at the menu. Yeah, he looked at the various options and winced a bit. Well, he guess he should've expected it
what with the name of this establishment.
" Oh..if you've a good arm, I could really for for a nice flaying. It's been ages since I've had it done properly. Make the skin slide off like butter...mm.." She murmured and took a moment to herself, it was all she could do not to
get all weak in the knees there, so she somewhat staggered for a moment on those heels of hers before righting back up, glorious smile plastered uponst face for a moment or two longer. A kick of the door and into the inky depths of
the 'kitchen' did she go. There was more muffled screaming and then a rhythm of thuds that sounded off and then there was no more screaming, not a sound really beyond the scraping of metal against metal and heavy impacts for a time.
Eventually, the door to the back opened and our bartender, your hostess with the mostess was back, fear not brave patrons! Soiled cleaver tossed absently aside before stepping fully out. " Pardon, the dinner menu wont be available
tonight, but breakfast will be delightful. " Dread gaze landed uponst the man in the suit and then the duo, and finally the one in white, so fair and pretty..oh..pretty eyes to..distracted a
" Drinks, order them as you like..or anything else..preferably the anything else. I'd love to rack you.."
Whatever antics were going on with the woman in the kitchen weren't really the demon's concern, mostly because she only had one thing on her mind at the moment...and while the Gypsy's uneasy squirming was delicious, makkura decided
to alleviate her angst. "Don't worry pretty, I won't let her touch you with anything made of metal. Or cut you..." Mainly because the demon had no desire to deal with the Dragon if Sasha was returned in a horrific condition...or
worse, missing pieces.
Hand slipped away from the menu and dropped from the bar top altogether, fingers soon found themselves stroking through those fiery locks of Sasha's coming through to the point of letting nails scritch ever
the scalp, a meager attempt to calm the woman down perhaps? Soon enough those crimson colored pools were resting on the woman behind the bar who had returned from...dispatching dinner, or breakfast. "Drinks are fine and dandy, but
I think I would like some candy!" Whimsical for no reason what so ever. "I think I would like to take you up on the menu thingy, I need a thin bamboo cane...and a bondage pony. With a few lengths of rope too...yes I think that
will do nicely."
"Perfectly fine, saer. Tis a game, nothing more." She gave a solemn nod, mischief dancing in crystalline blue eyes. The commotion in the kitchen is what disturbed her at last, silencing cheerful sing song voice and sending her
sitting up straight, back rigid. Alabaster flesh of her cheeks turned ashen. She couldn't get any whiter than she already was! Despite feeling Makkura's nails teasing across her scalp through silken strands of red, she couldn't help
but shudder.
When the hostess with mostess returned, she looked upon her with something different in her eyes. Fear. That woman was perhaps a few fries short a combo meal! Blood pounded in her ears and she couldn't help but be
reminded of how much Reisha loved the sound of her heart beating wildly. Especially when she was... hungry. Voice lowered to a shaky whisper. "I like fun, mischief, singing.. all good, aye? And sex. Sex is good, too. I can do
sex. Yae can all have one big orgy together! I'm sure'n not for kill'n." Control over accent she kept hidden slipped and she began rambling. Not that she didn't mean what she said!
If he wasn't already peaked on anxiety when it came to the words of the hostess of the mostess, as well as the screams in the kitchen, then maybe it was the silence that came afterwards. When she came out and talked about meals,
he suddenly felt his stomach squirreling around. He drank a bit more thirstily, thinking that he needed a bit more liquid courage to keep himself from going overboard. He shook his head at all of it, but when he then heard the
comforting of the woman, he then heard the orders. And, after that, the muttering of the woman in the uncomfortable position. He quirked his eyebrows. . . . . Sex? Orgy? Oh, yeah, he wondered if his ears were playing tricks on
him.
(These are Rizon iRC chat log role-plays adjusted to be post worthy. Starry in Bold, Angel in italics, Makkura in blue and Gypsy in red)
First One
The inn had a modest appearance, by all accounts very inviting and so on and so forth. It did however have a neighborhood warning attached to it, you see people went in, and most times did not come back out. Or rather, came back out
but much different than when they went in. It was a two story arrangement, with more then likely a lower floor, ie a basement or another. It had a sterile white blocky formation with a tudor style shingled roof of the brown-rust hue
. A simple porch and then the door. Once within, it was more in tune with it's name. Gratuitous leathering covered the furniture, there were hanging spots with hooks for bodies, and poles for " wild " girls to entertain, and of
course a bar, right next to a set of stairs that led to private suites. There you can, and would find Katya. As per usual she was adorned in a very sexy shiny PVC catsuit, designed to hug her body and mould against her curves into
an irresistible delight for the eyes! It was a v-neck with hood design with a rear zipper and also a zip at the front which can be strategically released for
teasing and so on. The clickity-clack sound of the thigh high boots, elevating that short little treat with the six and a half inches of elevation completed the outfit. The whole attire was in a
positively alluring bright white, the kind that could stun the eyes with blindness, and it was with that, that just made her stand out even more.
Rex had been to many places before in the Veil, a sort of mirror between worlds that one could drive or walk through easy peasy. Taverns, Inns, Clubs, Pubs, Houses, Castles, even a cemetery or two. However, as he pulled up in his metallic green Lexus towards the parking lot, he had seen the name of the place.
The Pain n Agony Inn. He was dressed in a pair of black shoes, black jeans, and a black henley t-shirt. The Asian-American then saw the sign and he frowned. He reached into his car and made sure that he came strapped, of course,
thinking that a place with that disclaimer, he needed to protect himself. As he then closed the door to his car, he pressed the key-ring that would eventually lead up to the double-beep and double-flash of it being armed.
He took one last look at the warning sign before stepping inside. He saw the leather furniture as well as the hooks and poles. He felt a bit edgy, making a bee-line towards the bar. He sat in a bar stool, reaching into his back
pocket to pull out his wallet. He'd pull out a crisp and clean $20.00 bill, folding it three times so that the "20" was showing and waited to see if there was a bartender or bartendress around.
Now she was behind the bar, but her attentions were more or less, well lets be honest she was drifting. If the muted screams from the kitchen were any indication, Katya had been a bit busy. Not like the inn was all that busy mind
you. There was obviously something off about the woman standing there, maybe the sort of glazed over look in those eyes, or the way her knuckles appeared to be bruised, as if she'd been hitting a wall for hours. Fingers flexed
slowly, popping sounds filling the area as eventually attentions were settled on the new arrival. Her regulars werent here yet, the lowest of the low, organ traffickers, mercenaries, scum and villainy alike that filled niche roles
for everywhere and everyone. She eyed the mixed man before her, and what she said was not something one expects at a bar, or maybe they do here anyways. "
Have you ever tried to grow your eyes back? That lovely shade of yours, I dont have any of them in my collection. It's such a travesty. Be a dear and end that? " Plucking up a scalpel and a spork looking device. " Or did you just
want to bore me and order a drink..? "
So few places any more were rife with carnal lusts and debauchery, and when those last few bastions popped up, you could almost be assured the demoness would find her way there, almost as if she could sniff out the sin.
What other reason had she to explore save to sate the unrelenting boredom that seemed to plague the poor girl, so it was that bare feet fell with that soft pitter patter as the darling demoness traipsed down the
sidewalk with her end goal being the Inn, and of course there was only one outfit that would have or should have been worn to such a delightful place, two flaps of silk were strung on matching tarnished gold chain that hung
loosely from the girls hips with its front flap dropped to a naughty V betwixt those sun kissed thighs while the back flap hugged over the curve of that pert heart shaped rear of hers.
Taut tummy was left bare, since it was
only another square thin flaps of silks covered over those supple swells, held in place by more of that yummy tarnished gold to finish off her outfit, from all four corners of the top the chain ran, the bottom two
corners crossed over the girls sides and met at the small of her back while the top two criss crossed over her chest and hooked into that delicious O ring attached to the thick leather collar clasped about a dainty throat.
Of
course the demon was not out on the prowl alone this evening, wrapped tightly around a hand was a metal length of chain that ran behind her, with its other end connected to a D-ring coiled around the neck of the
songbird who had been dragged in tow...not as if Sasha would have denied the demon anyway's, it was just more fun this way! Soon enough that free hand found itself against the door and a little nudge given, just enough to allow
that svelte for inside, along with the charge that should have been at heel.
But on the off chance the gypsy was distracted a playful little tug was given to the leash to spur her along with that silent command
.
The Gypsy was always getting distracted by -something-! Tug upon chain caught her by surprise since crystalline blue eyes had wandered to the sights across the street. That adorable little squeak sounded out and she was walking
inside right behind Mak. Not being one to traipse around outside in crimson slave silks alone, Sasha had snatched a black cloak from the club before departing, so it hid away most of the bare expanse of alabaster flesh that would
otherwise be on display. She did catch tail end of a conversation concerning the collection of eyes. Could it be that the sadistic Makkura had lead her to yet -another- place of extremes? Soft hand adjusted the ring upon the front
of her collar while the other tossed back unruly crimson hair. She'd never worn a collar before. The tug applied reminded her exactly as to why!
He'd then quirk an eyebrow at the woman dressed in all white. Yes, it was a bit blinding. Her words made his muscles tense." I like my eyes exactly where they are. The latter." He said, placing the money on the counter and sliding it forward. " Bourbon, if you've got any, please." He said, his gaze going towards that scalpel and that spork thing. He then looked behind him towards the two women entering, seeing one collared and chained to the other.
Well, he half expected as much. He nodded to the both of them before turning his attention towards the one behind the counter. He was not to sure what to make of the veiled threat that was said to him, only that he anticipating
having to defend himself or just use sarcasm.
" Spoil sport..I even had gauze all ready, plus you could be cute that way. Think of the story you could tell people. Crazy sociopath took my eye and all I got was this t-shirt. It would be a gas. A riot. " She delightfully informed
the gentlemen at the bar. She was quite enthusiastic about it as well before those grey-blue's of hers caught sight of the entering pair. Oh..delightful patrons..still musnt be rude, no no that wouldn't do at all, why he might give
in later! A whip of frame about for a bottle to the right, and uponst the second glass shelf. Heaven Hill's 2010 Parker's Heritage Collection, the one-hundred-twenty-four proof stuff was quite delicious and packed a punch. Into a
short snifter glass, light rattle of cubed ice against it, and then the plastic pour spout was removed prior to her making the short trip to where he sat. It was placed gently uponst the coaster, and the money he'd offered, taken
v Cotton Candy v: with a bit of change returned, just about twelve or so at that. Attention dragged for a moment, those eyes, one day sweets..one day...and then.." Welcome dears, oh you look just delicious.."
Why the collar, it really served no purpose...perhaps it was just one of those mental stigmas that gave Makkura the power trip she'd been craving since the run in with Reisha. And so, another tug was given to the length of chain
simply because she could, enough to bring Sasha right up along side the demoness so an arm could coil itself around the creatures waist and give a little possessive squeeze, though there was a dual purpose for drawing the girl
in.
Makkura leaned herself in, letting those petal soft tiers purse together and brush against the shell of Sasha's ear before cooing out. "Sweets, we're inside now, lose the cloak or lose it all." While she should have just taken
the opportunity to strip the girl right then and there, but a person couldn't unwrap all the gifts at once, it had to be dragged out and savored! Crimson color pools drifted away from Sasha, flittering towards the woman behind the
bar who had welcomed the pair and even let that Cheshire grin peek through. "...mm, you have no idea just how delicious."
It was a horrible shot at innuendo, and moved on from rather quickly. The Demon made a quick bee line for
the bar and once at a stool, hitched her hip up to settle that pert derriere on the seat. "Sasha, Nadu." Simple command, to make it clear the girl wasn't to take a stool for herself. And once made, full focus returned to the woman
playing tender. "I'll take a scotch please, straight up and heavy on the pour."
Power trips and Reisha often went hand in hand. The second tug upon chain got Mak a soft growl from cherry lips of her willing "slave". In truth she belonged to someone else, but there was no harm in letting Mak think she had the
run of things! Against Mak's side she nuzzled, giving the white clad woman tending the bar an appreciative look over before taking note at who sat with his drink. "Hey....!" Finger lifted and a little too slowly pointed in his
direction. Fuck! She'd forgotten the man's name and instantly felt aweful for it.
She always loved a well dressed man, and he had serious style. Blues slid to glance at her companion out the corners at the demand to lose the
cloak. Devious smile spread in the same cheshire manner the demonette had given the owner. Deft fingers flicked the thin fabric from her shoulders only to catch it behind her before it hit the floor. It was whipped about and then
tossed towards the fellow who's tie she vowed to one day yank on. "You can keep that, love." She gave a sly wink before realizing she had just been given a command. Wasn't her cloak anyway. Lips formed word without a sound something
akin to 'oh my god'. Incredulous much? Oh yes! How could Mak do that to her in public?! Heavily she sighed and sank in that Nadu position, palms up upon tops of spread thighs. Chin up. Eyes down. Just like Melody taught her.
" Even if it was done, an eye for an eye would have to be done. Besides, I have enough t-shirts." He retorted back as he then saw the drink poured for him. " Thank you." He said as he then picked up the glass. He sniffed the
contents before turning towards the two new occupants. He recognized the both of them as soon as he focused on their faces, he then saw that one of them was pointing at his direction. He couldn't help but grin. " Hey yourself. " He
said and toasted the "slave." He then saw the thin fabric tossed his way and blinked as he reached out with his free hand to catch it and felt the material. Then he saw the very svelte body and heard the command, seeing the woman
that acknowledged him then see her in the new position. He quirked a brow at that as he saw the spread thighs a bit.
" Of course, you can take one of mine..I grow them back eventually. " Bit disturbing, but then, who wasn't this day and age. At the request, she moved very serpentine like, slithering back towards the bar's many bottles arranged just
so. Ze Germans are coming, right into your cup. The snifter glass set just so uponst the bar counter, upon a coaster no less and out of a slick metal topper, came Sonnenschein 10 Year Old Single Malt with nary a splashing. Oily and
dark looking, it got such from the Scottish casking system that was used. " A good choice dear, mm..yes. Also since you seem of the mindset, this.." She slid a menu over and well within reach. " Is a list of all our playthings.
Racks, hooks, lashes, oh my..amongst other things.." The odd thing about the bartender is that something her supernatural guests often commented on, is she bore no aura whatsoever, no window to the soul in those eyes of hers. Oh sure one
could smell blood and all that, but it wasn't hers. Never was. A muffled scream from the 'kitchen'. Mild annoyance on the face of the bartender for a moment. " Pardon sweets.." And up came a rather clean for the moment cleaver. " I
do hate it when dinner gets mouthy. "
The gypsy's fixation on the male wasn't missed and while the demon vaguely recalled him, he obviously hadn't left much of an impression to warrant any sort of greeting...save a raised brow for his that was offered to Sasha. It was
dismissed as not really important, after all the songbird had followed the commands and stripped herself of the cloak before sinking to her knees like a good girl, allowing the demon to at least pay the woman behind the bar the
proper amount of attention, and wasn't it fortuitous, since along with the drink came a rather naughty menu.
It was said menu that hand was drawn to first, fingers pressed down against it to drag it closer for a proper once
over. "Goody, playthings! This place is sadly absent the delicious screams and moans that should be ringing off the walls. We'll have to see if we can change that." Finger trailed down the page until finding something of
interest, it was just a shame the woman had snatched up the meat cleaver and seemed to have a mind to head the direction of the scream. "Do hurry love, I have so many questions and needs." Dismissive wave of her hand towards the
woman, only then to let eyes drop down to the kneeling Gypsy. "Mm, you're gonna sing for us love...nice and loud."
He paused as he heard the woman say it was alright to take one of her eyes. Wow, that had been creepy. Super creepy. He then saw the way that the other woman, whats-her-name disregarded him. Well, fine, the feeling was mutual. He
then turned his attention back to the one in a weird position and heard her speak. " Um, are you okay? " He took a drink as he tried to relax but
those screamings were interrupting that. He then took more sips of his drink, shifting in his seat as he took a glance at the menu. Yeah, he looked at the various options and winced a bit. Well, he guess he should've expected it
what with the name of this establishment.
" Oh..if you've a good arm, I could really for for a nice flaying. It's been ages since I've had it done properly. Make the skin slide off like butter...mm.." She murmured and took a moment to herself, it was all she could do not to
get all weak in the knees there, so she somewhat staggered for a moment on those heels of hers before righting back up, glorious smile plastered uponst face for a moment or two longer. A kick of the door and into the inky depths of
the 'kitchen' did she go. There was more muffled screaming and then a rhythm of thuds that sounded off and then there was no more screaming, not a sound really beyond the scraping of metal against metal and heavy impacts for a time.
Eventually, the door to the back opened and our bartender, your hostess with the mostess was back, fear not brave patrons! Soiled cleaver tossed absently aside before stepping fully out. " Pardon, the dinner menu wont be available
tonight, but breakfast will be delightful. " Dread gaze landed uponst the man in the suit and then the duo, and finally the one in white, so fair and pretty..oh..pretty eyes to..distracted a
" Drinks, order them as you like..or anything else..preferably the anything else. I'd love to rack you.."
Whatever antics were going on with the woman in the kitchen weren't really the demon's concern, mostly because she only had one thing on her mind at the moment...and while the Gypsy's uneasy squirming was delicious, makkura decided
to alleviate her angst. "Don't worry pretty, I won't let her touch you with anything made of metal. Or cut you..." Mainly because the demon had no desire to deal with the Dragon if Sasha was returned in a horrific condition...or
worse, missing pieces.
Hand slipped away from the menu and dropped from the bar top altogether, fingers soon found themselves stroking through those fiery locks of Sasha's coming through to the point of letting nails scritch ever
the scalp, a meager attempt to calm the woman down perhaps? Soon enough those crimson colored pools were resting on the woman behind the bar who had returned from...dispatching dinner, or breakfast. "Drinks are fine and dandy, but
I think I would like some candy!" Whimsical for no reason what so ever. "I think I would like to take you up on the menu thingy, I need a thin bamboo cane...and a bondage pony. With a few lengths of rope too...yes I think that
will do nicely."
"Perfectly fine, saer. Tis a game, nothing more." She gave a solemn nod, mischief dancing in crystalline blue eyes. The commotion in the kitchen is what disturbed her at last, silencing cheerful sing song voice and sending her
sitting up straight, back rigid. Alabaster flesh of her cheeks turned ashen. She couldn't get any whiter than she already was! Despite feeling Makkura's nails teasing across her scalp through silken strands of red, she couldn't help
but shudder.
When the hostess with mostess returned, she looked upon her with something different in her eyes. Fear. That woman was perhaps a few fries short a combo meal! Blood pounded in her ears and she couldn't help but be
reminded of how much Reisha loved the sound of her heart beating wildly. Especially when she was... hungry. Voice lowered to a shaky whisper. "I like fun, mischief, singing.. all good, aye? And sex. Sex is good, too. I can do
sex. Yae can all have one big orgy together! I'm sure'n not for kill'n." Control over accent she kept hidden slipped and she began rambling. Not that she didn't mean what she said!
If he wasn't already peaked on anxiety when it came to the words of the hostess of the mostess, as well as the screams in the kitchen, then maybe it was the silence that came afterwards. When she came out and talked about meals,
he suddenly felt his stomach squirreling around. He drank a bit more thirstily, thinking that he needed a bit more liquid courage to keep himself from going overboard. He shook his head at all of it, but when he then heard the
comforting of the woman, he then heard the orders. And, after that, the muttering of the woman in the uncomfortable position. He quirked his eyebrows. . . . . Sex? Orgy? Oh, yeah, he wondered if his ears were playing tricks on
him.