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<Shironu> ~* Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Bare feet strode across the wooden floorboards with each beat, her hips rolling with every step. Thump. Thump. The swish of silk followed every movement, the delicate fabric clinging to pale flesh as lyrics began to rise over the thumping beat.  This is not the way into my heart, into my head, into my brain, into none of the above~ Clawed fingertips trailed down over her sides, grazing over the deep
<Shironu> violet fabric that clung to her curved form like a second skin. Thump. Thump. She could feel the lace against her thigh, trimming that royal color in a black as deep as the night. This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me, that spark of black that I seem to love~ The lyrics continued on, dancing around her as her body began to rock and sway with that slow, pounding beat.
<Jekarovic> The blue eyed white haired Mage is sitting at the bar, cigarette between his lips and a glass of red wine in his hand. He looks over to the person when he hears the music, tilting his head in curiosity. https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/f9/3e/1e/f93e1edfed809c8b1e787de4e32b2742.jpg
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<Shironu> ~* Thump. Thump. Thump. Hands trailed up, fingertips tracing over her stomach, tracing around her lower ribs as they continued upward. We can get a little crazy just for fun, just for fun. Don't even try to hold it back, just let go~ Eventually her steps brought her upon the stage, where a single polished pole of black stood. Those slitted violets gave no notice of her audience as her arms rose, wrists crossing on a thump in time
<Shironu> with the almost hypnotic words. Tie me up and take me over, till you're done, till I'm dont. You got me feeling like I'm ready to blow~ Those timed steps took her past that pole before she turned, allowing that lithe tail to curl around the polished surface, brushing down over the length.
<Locklearon> He can't help but watch, his expression one of confusion and intrigue. He takes a slow sip of wine as he watches with curiosity.
* Derion sat down the black stone he held between two fingers, though the sound of the board was muted by the entrance of the eye catching feline. Her performance as it began was strong and demanded attention. Derion of course was happy to oblige. He wasn't very familiar with this one. Who was she? Though the though trailed in the receeds of his mind, his active attention was fixed on her
* Derion every move.
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<Shironu> ~ Thump. Thump. Every beat had her hips rocking to the side, then the opposite. She could feel the beat within her chest, it's magic like no other as she willfully followed it's command, a voluntary puppet upon it's lyrical strings. The next beat had her bending, her back to the pole as her hands fell to trace ever so slowly up over the serpentine lines of her calf and thigh. Of course, this also meant that the poor fabric of silk and lace
<Shironu> had to strain against the heavy weight of those ample breasts to keep them contained.. Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh. Get Undressed, T-Taste the Flesh It was then that those violets snapped up, locking eyes with the mage at the bar. But with the other member of her audience as well, it would seem. Sparks of purple were flaring against her fingertips as she slowly rose, letting those sharpened claws cut in against
<Shironu> the silk, giving flashes of the pale flesh beneath. It seemed her illusion magic had a number of uses.
<Locklearon> He tilts his head, his eyes glowing  a greyish blue as the illusion tries to effect him, before the magical resistance manages to just barely push it off, making him let out a deep sigh. Though he grins, finding the trick interesting as he continues to watch.
<Derion> He had been largely unaware of the others in the room up until now. Just the usual din of patrons about their lives. Few had made any lasting connections with him here. Regardless he tried to maintain a friendly enough persona to be approachable. His unusually green gaze broke free of Zahra's inticing performance long enough to sweep the crowd, and regain a sense of surrounding. Though this
<Derion> was soon to pass as he looked back to catch sight of the illusionary tearing of fabric. At that moment he could feel the straining of fabric much closer to himself, as a swelling sensation washed over him. A slight shift in his chair to better face the entertainment, and to adjust to new porportions of bits. He watched on as he fished around for his drink, unwilling or unable to pull his eyes
<Derion> away again.
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<Shironu> ~* Thump. Thump. Thump. Ever constant, that hard beat against her ribs within, that mesmerizing pulse encompassing her down to her soul. Bite into me harder, sink your teeth into my flesh. Pass The Test, T-Taste The Flesh Those hands rose to cup what they could hold of those heavy breasts, fingers sliding with ease against the smooth, strained silk. A single claw dipped in from there, beginning to slowly split down through the thin
<Shironu> fabric just beneath her cleavage. She traced down slowly, her tongue appearing to carefully trace over her lower lip before that ripping stopped just short of her lowest rib. But, before 'too much' was revealed, her back turned to the two, those same hands rising to grip onto the blackened metal. Hold me up against the wall, give it till i beg, give me some more. Her body twisted, circling around the metal as she pressed flush against
<Shironu> the pole, allowing it to setle between those heavy tits..and, by the nearly immediate reaction, it seemed the metal was cold. Make me bleed, I like it rough, like it rough, Rough, ROUGH Her knees buckled at the last, sending her sliding down that pole, the friction against her stomach causing the silk to gather and bunch..while the metal still kept her 'modesty' hidden.
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<Locklearon> The Mage lets out a low whistle as he watches, taking a sip of his wine. The girl know what she's doing, that's for sure.
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<Derion> Locklearon's whistle startled Derion, if just for a breif moment. And although it was hard to turn away the compultion to look towards the mage was too strong to stop a momentary stare at the source of the sudden sound. He turned back soon enough to watch what else would progress from this seemingly kinky kitty. What other trick was she hiding behind that amazing body. Oh what a mind must be
<Derion> in that one. Meanwhile the straing of the fabric against his own cloths was becoming more and more uncomfortable. After bearing with it as long as he could stand he reached down to adjust the seat of his pants again, accomodating for the effects being played upon him.
<Shironu> ~* Hands rose once more, those fingers slowly brushing up over the dark metal as her knees straightened once more, allowing flesh and silk to grind in delicious friction once more. Thump. Thump. One leg continued to rise, hooking her knee around the metal before allowing herself to fall back, gravity aiding her as she gave a small spin, letting herself come to rest with her back to the two watching. Her hands left the pole as she bent
<Shironu> backwards, fingertips falling to tap against the stage floor, while crimson lips mouthed along with the lyrics that danced around her. Hold my hands above my head, and push my face against the bed, cuz I'm a screamer baby, make me a mute~ The silk finally gave up it's efforts to remain in place, the fabric falling and allowing those ample breasts to fall, and bounce, freely with her movements amongst the heavy beat.
<Locklearon> He actually goes a bit red at that sight, though he keeps watching. He definitely doesn't mind the sight after all. He takes a sip of the wine to calm himself down, squirming a bit.
<Shironu> ~* Thump thump. Thump thump. The beat began to increase its thundering tempo as the  smirking cat allowed those hands to rise once more, clawed fingers tracing gently, and slowly down over her neck and breasts, up over the curve of her stomach, before grabbing the pole once more to pull herself upright. Violet began to spark and flare once more as the lyrics continued their twining spell over her limbs. You put your hand upon my neck
<Shironu> and feel the pulse BEAT BEAT BEAT BEAT. The two would suddenly find themselves with a ghostly copy of the woman in their laps, intangible fingertips brushing down over their necks and chest, a chilled breath against their ear.. It's like a trigger getting ready to shoot~ And then they were gone as soon as they'd arrived, leaving only the woman on stage, who had turned her back against the pole, her hands over her head and crossed
<Shironu> at the wrist once more, mimicing as if she'd been bound there.
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<Locklearon> He jumps a bit in surprise, his eyes glowing as he sees the illusion before him, but he lets this illusion stay, enjoying the view, for sure.
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<Derion> With no method of scrying through the illusions he is convinced that the image of the woman was really resting in his lap, perhaps even enough to imagine that he could feel those finger tips tracing along his neck and chest. He signed, though it's sound was lost amid the echoing of the music and singers voice. A thin sheen of sweet had started to stain his brow. After the illusionary doubles
<Derion> vanished he realizing his drink was empty. This prompted him to stand and awkwardly make his way over to the bar to fetch another beer. Hand into pocket and then to mouth he brought a cigarete to his lips and continued to watch from behind the bar now.
<Derion> (sighed)
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<Shironu> ~* Thump thump. Thump thump. Ever quickening, that beat continued to weave its spell , the puppetmaster in complete control over the doll upon the stage as she rocked and spun in it's sultry dance. I don't play around that often, but when I do, I'm a freak, so you'd better believe I like it rough~ And, between the thumping beats, the image of the woman changed, each time with a flare of bright violet. Suddenly the silk was gone,
<Shironu> replaced by chains and leather in the form of a corset and collar, and black lace panties with matching stockings and garters. Flash. Her image was bent over an invisible surface, those sweeping curves dressed in a rather skimpy version of a schoolgirl's uniform, complete with plaid too-short skirt, and necktie that an invisible hand was using as a leash. Flash. The final image was that of the cat dressed in a maid's uniform, on her
<Shironu> hands and knees. Her cheeks were flushed, those violet eyes staring up to the audience as she licked some unseen mess from the floor.. Flash. The original returned as the chorus rose once more over the otherwise quiet room, a smirk wide against those crimson lips. Push up to my body, sink your teeth into my flesh~ Get Undressed, T-Taste The Flesh Once more those rounded hips began to rock and sway as she pressed in against that
<Shironu> pole, her form bent forward just enough to allow lace of black and violet to be seen beneath the hem of that torn and ripped silk. That curling tail helped as well, lifting the lace hemline to further tease the two.
<Locklearon> He goes a bit more red with every sight as he watches, taking longer sips of wine. "Girl knows things...." He comments in his slightly broken English.
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* Angelous`Horseman would appear in a flash of black flames, the flames burning up his form leaving him standing just next to the fire place. His hair was still white, flowing down his back though his size and build were back to normal. His rapier dangled from his left hip, sheathed to his belt. He wore a white button down shirt with black dress pants and shoes. He looked
* Angelous`Horseman over the room noticing the scene that was going on and shook his head smiling some. His dark brown eyes scanned the room cehcking for familiar faces.
<Derion> He watched, and hoped for a moment to catch her violet gaze, though his eyes often wandered to enjoy the sampling of her performance, they continued to be drawn to hers, searching to lock eyes if only for a moment. He had to see what was behind those windows. At least something was digging at him to see. Was it a part of the spell she was weaving? He had yet to noticed the wisps of energy as
<Derion> they moved to fulfull what ever purpose they where sent to serve. Perhaps it was just the growing lust for the body he had seen so much.. yet so little of tonight. His mouth was parched, as it hung open in awe. Derion's face was likely unfamiliar, and perhaps quite remarkably common. The only oustanding features at the moment where his vivid green eyes and high cheek bones. Though the horseman's
<Derion> entrance would not go unknoticed by him. Again his concentration broken as the black flames raced along the man's form. Huh. Interesting one, though it was no match for the vision being pressented on the the stage and his attention was ultimately usurped again.
<Locklearon> Lock looks away from the performance for a moment to give a nod to the horseman, before looking back to the pleasant sight of the show.
* Angelous`Horseman nodded to the two gentleman and offered the cheshire a smile giving a slight bow before moving over to an empty couch by the fire place. Angel would take a seat with a relaxed sigh retrieveing a book from his back pocket and began to read. The book seemed old and leather bound, though appeared almost like a journal of sorts given its size.
<Shironu> ~* Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump. Faster still as those glowing violet eyes finally broke from her audience's gaze. The music took hold, pushing her movements quicker, harder. Her hips rocked, rolling with that hammering beat as the lyrics began to repeat themselves. Her dance took on a different feel..before, it was slow, purposeful, teasing...now, something more wild had entered with that rhythm. Animalistic, instinctual. Claws
<Shironu> dug in against the blackened metal as she rolled and ground her flesh against the warming surface, her hands moving almost constantly between it and her own body, where those same claws left silk falling in shreds and pieces with each pass over that delicate-looking, moon-pale flesh. A flush had begun to rise to her cheeks as those eyes opened once more, violet looking almost glazed over as she spun and rocked within the spell she had built
<Shironu> for herself.
<Locklearon> He begins to look vaguely concerned when he sees the eyes glaze over. He hopes the woman is ok.
<Derion> Mostly unfamiliar with magic and it's workings, Derion was oblivious to the effects that where underway. Still, the show had been more than entertaining, and arousing in more than one way. His mind itched to know more about her. It worried him, though the curiousity continued to pull his thoughts in that direction. The glassy look to her eyes? His first pre-disposed conclusion is that she
<Derion> must be on some chemical. Though as that thought struck him he dug into a pocket to take advantage of the show in a more enlightened perspective. Or at least with a bigger rush of serotonin.
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<Shironu> ~* Thump thump thump. Thump thump thump. The twining and twirling and thundering beat was quickly approaching it's climax to the woman's rocking, swaying, dipping, and bouncing movements. Her skin was sheened with glittering perspiration, as she swung herself around against that blackened metal, her form a flurry of movement, lust personified. Violet was flashing and flaring around in the air around her, glittering sparks swirling around
<Shironu> her form as they fell from her fingertips. Her audience's ears were suddenly filled with far different noises than the pounding beat..begging, pleading, cries of pleasure, each hearing what the magic willed them too..but, each heard something far different than the others. But then everything, the flshing lights, the sparks and ghostly voices, the thumping beat and twisting lyrics, that almost frantic dance, those glowing violet eyes, locked
<Shironu> to those watching...disappeared with the last hard beat of her song. The stage went black, silent, as if what was there had never been. ...a moment later, the sound of crackling plastic, from the far side of the bar.