forget lady marmalade.. [Jay/Open] *MATURE*

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

First night nerves. They were eating at her, sending flurries of butterflies around her stomach, but she didn't care. Finally, she had escaped London, to find herself in New Orleans, and tonight was her entrace onto the 'scene', her first night on the job. Which job? Stripping in Elefang. It was something she had never done before, but what good was being an immortal if you didn't try new things once in a while. She was due on any minute.. and she couldn't wait. Smoothing the last few wrinkles out of her satin faux-corset, she took a deep breath. It did not lace up front and back - the front was just a busk, and therefore far easier to tease with and strip out of. Her bottom half was covered, barely, by a pair of leopard print, lacy french knickers, and a suspender held up fishnet stockings. Her stilletos were huge, a nine inch heel, with a four inch platform, black patent leather. She certainly looked the part with her chocolate locks curled into loose ringlets, her eyes decorated with lashings of kohl and eyeliner, and of course, her famous red lipstick. Her music began; Rob Zombie's 'Living Dead Girl'. She smirked to herself. What could be more appropriate?

She stepped out into the lights. Her baby-oiled covered body glistened, giving her a faux post-coital glow as she began to move to the beat. Her hips rolled, and her hands cupped at her breasts, confined within the tight corset. She had done a striptease before, for en ex boyfriend, and judging by what had followed, he had enjoyed it. Her hands dropped to her knees, and she ground to the rhythm, bending her knees and lowering her body so that her perfectly rounded butt touched her ankles. She opened her legs, closed them, opened them again, and then rolled her hips as she stood straight. With her perfectly practised come-to-bed eyes, she began to undo the busk on the front of her corset, her hands expertly undoing the tiny clasps. She undid the first half a dozen, stopping below her breasts, followed by some more sexy movements, and then turned her back to the gathering inside the speakeasy. Circling her hips, she continued to undo the busk until it was fully open, letting the satin cage drop to the floor.

"Dance for me, my living dead girl..

[/b]"

Oh she was. She turned back around, her tiny hands cupping her naked, ample breasts. One thing that anyone watching would have to admit, however amateur she was, she certainly had the body, especially the curves. She continue to move to the beat, kneading her mounds, lowering her body and grinding. The butterflies were now gone, and was loving every minute of it.

"Lay on her skin, dripping with sin..."

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Attire&Accessories

Of all places, Jay found himself in a strip club. To his friends it would be no surprise finding him in such a place. Other than his home in Los Angelas, pubs and strip clubs were the boy’s favorite places to be when he was far from home. Though the atmosphere in places such as this were upbeat, the mutt found it quite relaxing. Especially after a long day of performing.

At the door he flashed the bouncer his I.D. and paid whatever entrance fee was needed and made his way straight to the bar. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to get drunk at a strip club seeing that the women do nothing but try their best to suck one’s wallet dry but he wasn’t worried about it. There was no need to. He had enough to buy a stripper and take her home if he wanted. Drunk or not, he knew that he would most likely spend the same amount in either state of mind.

”Can I get a double shot of Jack please.”[/color] Leaning himself against the bar top he let his gaze dance over the faces of the patrons beside him then up to the stage in the center of the room. He tapped his fingers against the bar top, going along with the rhythm of the song as it began to play. Ah, Living Dead Girl his favorite. The girl better be decent looking.[/i][/color]

His attention turned back to the bartender as he placed the drink before him. He nodded, giving him a nonverbal “thank you” and curled his fingers around the small glass. For a moment, he held the cup in his hand, swirling the brown liquid around mesmerized by it. Finally he tilted his head back, bringing the glass up to his lips and let the warm fluid flow down his throat. He grimaced for a moment and set the shot glass down. ”Just open up a tab for me. I’m sure this won’t be the last drink I order.”[/color] he instructed towards the barkeep before making his way to a seat closest to the stage.

His yellowish-brown eyes danced over the girl on stage, watching as her hips swayed to the beat. She was more than decent. She was gorgeous. Wonder where they found this one at.[/i][/color] The girls Jay normally found in strip clubs were haggard; used and abused, but this girl… She looked like a model over a stripper.

Sliding himself into a seat right in front, he pulled out his wad of money which was held together by a simple clip. His eyes remained locked on the girl before him, watching her caress her now exposed breasts. ”Mmm…”[/color] The sound escaped his lips as he pulled a fifty dollar pill from the wad of money and tossed it onto the stage, hoping the girl would notice. The men around him had only thrown singles onto the stage so he knew the girl would have to notice the large bill he had thrown out there for her.[/size]

[mordekai]

Like a part of the wallpaper she slinked along the sides, hands stuffed into the pockets of her suit as she looked over tonight's turnout. Not bad, but the hint of a new girl always brought in bigger crowds.
This of course was kept from the prying eyes of the front bar.
The interior here was far more lush, filled with sofas and nice nooks for all kinds of people to get cozy in. The security was also tighter.

Sliding a quick look over to the lupine bouncer, she waited for his affirming nod before slipping into her favorite seat, just a little away from the front, hidden in darker shadows where the lights never touched.

From beneath her bowler hat she peeked up at their latest addition to the Elefang family, her steel blues critical as the oiled up dolly practically owned the stage with each little twist and turn. The Elefang was never short on their song birds, and they never lacked for beauty, but this one was definitely quite the eye catcher.
Mordekai liked the curves on that chassis.

A hand was raised to signal for a beverage, not so much to drink but now and then Morty occasionally enjoyed a good bourbon. She didn't even bother looking up as the glass was presented towards her within the moments her fingers had replaced themselves on the leather arm rest.

"What have the other birdies been singin in the cage?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she was sure the waiter could hear her just fine, what with him being a vampire and all.

"Not much Miss B, just the usual stuff."

The Mink just nodded and sent him on his way along with her hat and suit jacket, idly toying with the unlit cigar in one hand and nursing her drink with the other. She didn't know much about the newblood, save for that fact that she crossed the ocean and was no longer of the fully living category. There was definitely more, she was sure of it ,and knowing Morty, she was sure to find out.

Ah yes lil' Pole kitten... You and La Mink have much to talk about non?

Especially when she was getting a John up and and at em' so soon on her first night. Things were beginning to look interesting.

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

"Mmm..

[/color]"

The soft, satisfied sound reached her ears. The voice was almost recognisable, and when her eyes surrepticiously glanced at the person it came from, the face was even more familiar. Kai. But not. His scent was all wrong for a start, and his hair was a vibrant blonde. A relation? Perhaps, or maybe it was coincidence. Either way, she didn't worry. So long as it wasnt Kai himself, she couldn't care less. She had had her fill of him in London, that was why she had escaped to New Orleans. If he followed her, she'd be more than slightly pissed.

She noticed the fifty-dollar bill amongst the lower notes, and she shimmied over to it, her hips moving constantly to the beat. Turning her back on him, she bent at the waist, bending to pick it up. The french knickers barely covered her modesty - what little she had left at any rate. She was, after all, virtually naked. She picked it up in her dainty hand and turned back to him. Her one arm covered her chest, as the note was folded and pushed teasingly into the top of her left stocking. Bringing her hand back up, she again cupped her breasts, kneading and playing with them. Her gray eyes fixed on his as she made her way to the edge of the stage and with little effort, stepped off it, landing perfectly on one leg, despite there being a good two foot drop, and continued her way towards the Kai-lookalike. Her hips rolled as she walked the few steps towards him. The smell was completely new to her, thicker and heavier than that of a vampire, and she did not know what it was. Still, money was money, and if he was throwing fifty dollar bills about now.. well.. Her delicate hands were placed softly at the top of his thighs, as she bent slightly at the waist, swaying and popping her pelvis in time to the music.

"What're you thinking about?[/i]"

She mouthed the words, her eyes fixed on his, full of seduction, before turning her back to him, lowering herself to that she was all but seated on his lap, leaving perhaps half an inch, no more, and ground herself against him lightly, teasingly, her one hand coming up to scrunch up a small handful of curls as she arched her back, pushing her breasts out. The lights shimmered off of her baby oil coated mounds. Infact, it shimmered over her entire body as she let her butt graze softly over his thighs, always in time to the music.

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Taking in a deep breath he knew right away that the girl was a vampire. Other than the obvious such as her pale skin, her scent was quite familiar. For one reason or another her aura had sent a chill down his spine. Not that it mattered; he saw it as a sign of pleasure over anything else.

A smug grin crossed his face as the girl took notice to the bill he had thrown onto the stage. As she sauntered her way towards it, his eyes danced over her body entranced by it. The boy nearly fell out of his seat as she bent over, nearly exposing her most private part as she went to collect his money. He pressed his lips together and swallowed a lump that had gathered in his throat before he shot her a toothy smile once she turned around to face him again.

Pressing his back against the back of the chair he was taken back as she stepped off stage only to make her way towards him. He kept the goofy grin plastered on his face as he gripped the edges of each side of the seat, fighting the temptation to touch her. Most strip clubs didn’t allow patrons to touch the dancers and that very rule had gotten him into loads of trouble before. Just like his brother, Kai, Jay had a problem with keeping his hands to himself but unlike Kai, Jay would never hit a woman. Only fondle and grope. [lol]

He jumped slightly as her dainty hands were placed on his thighs. Her icy touch could be felt even through his jeans but he didn’t mind at all. For a few moments, his eyes were locked onto her breasts but he had looked up at her face just in time to catch the words she mouthed to him. Biting down on his bottom lip he swallowed again and rolled his shoulders slightly in a shrug. Did she really want to know what he was thinking? Probably not.

”Y-you don’t wanna know..”[/color] he stammered, his gaze moving downwards again. He gritted his teeth as he tightened his grip on the seat. He was now struggling to fight the temptation that was growing worse and worse within him. Damn women…[/color][/i]

Reaching down with his left hand, he picked up the wad of money he had dropped and pulled another fifty from it. Carefully, he tucked the bill between her knickers and her hips only to pull out another fifty. This time instead of simply giving it to her, he figured he’d toy with her a bit. He placed the bill between his lips and waited patiently for her to turn to face him again.[/size]

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

She could feel his eyes hungrily savouring every sweet inch of her body as she rubbed her butt lightly against his thigh and then, for good measure, a little bit further towards his body. She felt his hand slip another note between her skin and the leopard print material of her underwear. she shivered gently as she felt his skin brush hers. He felt warm against her. It had been a while since a human had last touched her.. But human this one was not. Or if he was, he really did smell bad. The scent was not quite rancid, but she would not hurry to bottle it and pass it off as aftershave. Still, he had a pocketfull of cash, and money talked.

Her delicate auds picked up the sound of him removing yet another bill, but he did not touch her again. With a last teasing graze of her rear against the very top of his thigh, she turned, faster than any human could have. Within a second, she was perched upon his lap, her breasts level with his chin. She continued to grind against him, and her orbs spotted the note between his lips. If he wanted to play, she would name the game. With a wry smirk, she lifted up a little, her hips constantly moving. Her hands came to the side of each breast, pushed them forward so that her nipples brushed his cheeks, and pushed them together, clasping the note between them. She knew he would not've been expecting that. With a teasing peck on the cheek, she removed the note and grabbed the other from her knickers and pushed them both in with the other bill in her left stocking. One hundred and fifty dollars from one guy? Not bad. Still, she had been told it was bad practise to focus on just one client. She left him, moving onto a man a few seats away. He was flashing a twenty, small tender compared to what the Kai lookalike had given her, but money was money.

She began to dance against him as she had done with Jay, only this time, she remained standing, her digits tucked temptingly into her knickers as she pulled them down slightly, exposing the indent of her hip bones as they dived into her womanhood. All the while, her hands kneaded her ample chest, glittering beneath the rainbow lights. The music faded as 'Living Dead Girl' came to a finish, only to be replaced by 'Closer'. Her beat changed altogether, matching the prominent beat of the NIN classic.

"You let me violate you..

[/i]"

Not likely, she thought, but feigning a promise of 'action' had oft' been Elio's speciality at her old job in the small burlesque club in London. She could not resist toying with men. And her new job meant she could do it as much as she could manage. Still, she moved with the music, but for a moment her eyes found Jay's.

"I wanna fuck you like an animal...[/b]"

She mouthed the lyrics, a coy smirk across her scarlet lips. A few of the other men cheered softly, a type of jealous male congratulations. Sad really, because his luck wasn't in. Not for all the money in his pocket would she become a whore. Still, what good were those of the XY variety for, if not to tease?

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[mordekai]

The click of her tongue brought the vamp waiter back in a flash, ready to refill her glass but that wasn't really what she wanted from him at the moment. Instead she leaves the glass untouched and holds up her fresh cigar instead, allowing him to nip the tip and light it for her.

Cuban suited her just fine.

"Who's the John?"
She asks as she inhales deeply, watching while the newblood makes her move. It didn't have to be daylight for Mordekai to see the wads of cash the man produced from his pockets. And he wasn't a local either.
Unlike some of the patrons she lacked the ability to listen in for a sign of a heart beat or sniff out any scent other than cologne... But that's what the undead waiter was for.

"Wolf, just ordered himself a double Jack and opened up a tab..."

Morty inclined her head, letting his whispers creep like a cold breeze through her hair as she continued to be the spectator of an age old game that's lasted through the centuries. In cases like these it was hard to tell who was really holding the stick of the dangling carrot, most people thought it was the ones flashing their bills in the air like passes to heaven.
Little did they know of the true spellbinders here.

A single bat of an eyelash, a dip of gyrating hips, even a slight parting of lips could easily have these guys crawling over broken glass for just one more glance. It was easy for them to say that these stage-prowlers had sold their soul for what they did... But who were the ones dishing out the greens in the first place?

"Nose to the ground and eyes all around, you know the drill cher."

Her instructions were always the same, and always obeyed. Her father may have been the boss of the Elefang, but Mort held the key that wound up the merry go round. She waited for the waiter to depart before recrossing her legs, carefully making sure she wasn't making any creases on newly tailored pants.
There they were, just in front of her.
Each thinking the other was the prey...

Morty didn't want to be on either side of the scale, she just wanted what fell out in the middle.

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The mutt shot the vampiress a wink as she turned back to look at him. As she positioned herself onto his lap, his grin widened but he grew nervous. Would he be able to keep his hands glued to the chair? Most likely not. What man in their right mind wouldn’t want to snake their hands over the body of a woman such as Elio?

Jay was expecting her to simply take the bill from his lips with hers but she had taken him by surprise. A slight gasp escaped his soft pink lips as her nipples grazed the sides of his face. He felt the money leave him as the girl gladly took it in a way he would have never suspected. It was a pleasant surprise to say the least. He remained seated, his eyes drifting from her breasts to her face, locking his eyes on hers. He didn’t know what to do or say next. He was speechless.

As she planted a peck on his cheek he pulled himself out of his shocked state and shook his head slightly. The corners of his lips dipped into a frown as she made her way towards another patron who had been waving a twenty since the moment she had stepped off the stage. A hint of jealousy washed over him as the girl began dancing before the other man, pulling at her knickers teasingly. So you want to play this game huh?[/i][/color]

Holding his hand up, he flagged a waiter down and ordered another double shot of Jack. It was going to be a long night it seemed. Jay was determined to have Elio all to himself whether it was here in Elefang or elsewhere. There was something that was drawing him to her yet at the same time, something deep down inside was telling him to keep away. Of course, being the stubborn pig that he was, he wasn’t going to go with the latter.

He slipped another bill from his stack of money but this time it was a hundred. Biting down at his bottom lip he held the bill up and waved it towards Elio, gesturing for her to come back to him. If he had to spend all the cash he had on him or even resort to using his credit cards, he would.

”I wanna fuck you like an animal…”

Is what she mouthed to him and the thought made him shiver. Shooting her a smug grin he mouthed a retort right back at her. ”Come and get me then…”[/color] He placed the bill between his lips so that he could unzip his jacket, realizing that it had gotten quite hot. He slipped out of the leather coat and let it fall into the back of his chair revealing his white plain tank top. All of his tattoos were now revealed to those who cared to glance his way.[/size]

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

"Come and get me then..

[/color]"

Oh, hell no. The game had stepped up a gear, and it would now become more interesting. She caught his retort, and turned back to the man she was dancing for at that moment. The note was taken from his chubby hand, put with the others, and she gave him the same farewell peck on the cheek. Lithe legs carried her over to Jay once more, and she perched herself directly on his lap, leaning back, to bring her lips so close to his, but only to take the hundred from between his. She put it into her stocking again, rapidly loosing count of the small wad of money accumulating between the fabric and her skin. A coy smirk danced over her scarlet lips. He had given her a hundred dollars, and she would give him exactly that; a hundred dollars worth. She stood, but not before a well-placed grind, her scantily clad ass rubbing against something far more sensitive than his thigh...

With that she stood, and her thumbs tucked neatly into her knickers, pulling them slowly down. She bent the whole way down, bending right over infront of him. Her vampire nose picked up on the light scent that only a female could have as her lovebox [lolzz!] was exposed to him, not a foot from his face. She could almost smell the tension as she stepped out of them, mingling with her own delicate, sickly sweet scent, straightening up again. If he was a mortal he would not smell it, but she had a sneaking suspicion he was not.

She turned to face him again, running her tongue teasingly over her fangs. If he wanted her to get him hot under his proverbial collar, she would. And more..

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Jay had only placed the bill between his lips so that he could slip out of his jacket but he was glad that he had left it there. Inhaling slightly, he took in her sweet scent, his eyes becoming half lidded. Though vampires didn’t have the most appealing scent, she still smelt luscious to him. His eyes wandered over her once more as she shoved the hundred dollars along with the money he and the mortal a few seats over had given up. It was well worth it though.

He had already spent two hundred dollars on a single girl in less than twenty minutes. That was a record for him. Two hundred dollars would have gotten him a lot more than just a lap dance at any other club but he normally took his time dishing out money. When it came to strippers, Jay was rather meticulous. This time was different though. This time a girl had caught his attention the moment he had stepped in.

Leaning back in his seat, he let his arms fall to his sides as he bit down on his bottom lip. He let out a soft groan as her bottom rubbed against his manhood. Absentmindedly he brought a hand around and placed it lightly on her waist as he pushed his hips upward, pressing himself against her. Now it was certain that he was going to be kicked out of here all because he didn’t keep his damned hands to himself. Hopefully I get a simple warning…[/i][/color]

As she stood, he frowned slightly expecting her to leave once more to attend to another patron but like before, she surprised him with something completely unexpected. His jaw nearly dropped to the floor as her tiny leopard print underwear was pulled down, her womanhood completely exposed to him. Not only, that but she had bent over, nearly shoving it in his face. He took in the wonderful scent and it had nearly driven him over the edge. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he looked towards one of the bouncers then quickly shot his attention back to Elio.

Oh, how much he was tempted to grab her and fuck her right at that moment but he couldn’t. The scent of vampires linger everywhere meaning that most of the workers, even the bouncers, were most likely part of the damned. This meant that if they wanted or needed to, they would tear him apart for manhandling one of their entertainers. God damn it.[/i][/color]

Holding up his wad of money which had a few fifties and a few hundred tucked in it he shot her a toothy grin, his eyes glowing slightly. ”What will this get me, darling?”[/color] he mouthed to her in hopes that the other vampires’ ears would not catch what he said.[/size]

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

Her eyes danced over the wad of notes within his hand, and his silent words were understood. Her sensitive ears picked up the very breath as it left his lips, forming into exceptionally quiet words within her mind. For a split second her mind argued as to how to answer. His touch was like fire against her skin, and when he had grabbed her waist and pushed himself into her roughly, she had still felt his heat through his trousers. It seemed like a lifetime since she had not experience ice-cold skin against her own, since she had felt the delicious heat that rose from sex. And yet, for all the money in her world, she would not be paid for sex.

She leant forward, using a sultry set of hip movements to disguise it as just another choreographed maneuver, and pressed her lips to his ear. Over his shoulder, see saw one of the muscles looking ready to pounce. He had seen Jay's touch before, and his eyes almost dared the were to touch her again. She gave him a gentle smile to say that she was fine, but his look did not ease. Her silky lips moved and she let the words drip into his ear.

"I'm no whore, darling. I draw the line at fucking for money..."

She used the pet name he had used for her moments before, for added effect. That said, she was sorely tempted. She could feel the warmth positively glowing upon her skin, eminating from his body. Her fingers gripped the wad of money and dropped it into his lap again, before she moved on to another patron, leaving Jay to stew. Perhaps, perhaps, her natural craving for the touch of a man would cause her to cave in and allow him the pleasures of filling her delicious womanhood with his seed, but not for money. Never for money. After Kai's words, which danced about her head, she wouldn't ever allow herself to be classified as a whore again. Taking another twenty from a client, this time a row back from the front, she perched herself on his lap, straddling him and facing him, her hands kneading her ample mounds. The poor mortals eyes near popped from his head as the naked girl writhed on him, half his age and twice the fantasy he had popped one out over earlier.

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”I never said you were a whore, hun.”[/color] he cooed, shivering slightly at her icy cold touch. He remained still though he had wanted to wrap his arms playfully around her and place a gentle kiss on her cheek as she spoke softly into his ear. Though he did indeed want sex from her, he wasn’t expecting it. All the boy wanted was to have her exclusively to himself.

He felt the wad of money leave his fingers only to be dropped onto his lap. Scoffing under his breath he watched as Elio sauntered her way over to another patron who had been patiently waiting for her. A soft growl left his throat as he took hold of his money and shoved it into the front pocket of his jeans. It was quite apparent that she was toying with him; teasing him. Part of him loved it but the other part just wanted to skip the games and go straight for the prize.

As the waiter brought his second double shot of Jack, he downed it immediately and tossed a hundred onto his tray. ”I’m done for tonight.”[/color] he instructed and slowly stood from his seat, collecting his jacket as he did so. He turned slightly, watching Elio dance against the other man for a moment before making his way towards her. He knew that this would most likely get him kicked out or have a bouncer sent after him but he didn’t care.

Once her back was turned to him and she was straddling the poor mortal he gently walked up behind her, placing his hand onto her shoulder. Leaning forward he shot the man a glare then whispered into her ear. ”I wasn’t trying to pay for sex doll, was just wanting more of your attention, that’s all…”[/color] With that he quickly pulled away from her before any of the muscles could do anything and made his way out. He was hoping that she’d either go after him or attempt to search for him after her shift. For her, it shouldn’t be hard to look for him. He was a werewolf which meant he had a distinct, strong scent.[/size]

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

In her mind, she decided she would find him after her set. But not for anything more than answers. He had perplexed her, both with his words, actions, and of course, his appearence. For a further twenty minutes she danced, and by the time it came for her to finish, her stocking had a tidy collection of notes trapped between the material and her skin.

* * * *

attire.

Her slipper-clad feet made no sound on the fire escape as she made her way down it. She had retired to her room to change. Eight hundred and seventy dollars she had made. She was in a sort of shock; she'd never had that much money in one go in her life. She had tried to find Mordekai, to discuss what of the money she kept and what was given to Elefang, but had given up quite easily. Her make-up had been removed and her flawless face was now natural, all traces of the kohl and crimson lipstick gone. Her hair had been brushed and pulled back into an untidy ponytail, secured with a loose peice of pink ribbon. Bobbles. She never had a bobble when she needed one.

She felt the breeze through her flimsy pyjama bottoms but it didn't bother her. She hadn't even put a jacket on. It wasnt like she was going to catch her death of cold. Before she had even reached the fire escape, a cigarette had been pulled from the packet she held in her hand, and lit. The lighter was shoved back into the tiny pocket on the bum of her pyjama bottoms. She looked a world away from how she had on stage, mainly because she was covered up. Only those who looked hard enough would have recognised her. Well, the mortals. The undead amongst those who had frequented Elefang would know her by her smell.

She watched the smoke curl and dance from the end of the cigarette, seating herself on the second to last step of the fire escape. The man from earlier still played upon her mind. Who was he? Why did he look so much like Kai? What had he wanted from her, if not sex? Her mind reeled and she sighed. Leaning back, she propped herself up on her elbows and stared up at the New Orleans night sky. It was no different to the one she had seen in London, but it seemed to hold more beauty. A caged bird, it seemed, could never truly admire it's surroundings until it was free. And now she was that free bird; free from Kai and the nightmare that London had become since she had been given this cursed half-life.

She decided she would find him tomorrow. His scent lingered upon the air, but she could not tell if he was near by or if it was just residual from him passing. The memories of his touch made her suddenly aroused, and she scolded herself.

"Fucks sake, Elio. Get a grip.."

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[mordekai]

As the play of hormones and hijinks continued to unfold before her, the Mink pulled out her deck of tarot cards and began to shuffle with all the ease and practice of one whose hands were used to their touch and feel. Now and then she'd drop her gaze to the table before to arrange the glass and coaster so that they were perfectly parallel to the ashtray and the flower vase, disorganisation irked her to no end.

This wasn't a scene that was new to the Elefang.
Men and women came here to forget, to dream and see what things could be like if they didn't mind stepping into the shadows for a while. Some had a desire to be entranced by the otherworldly beings that made up the entertainment staff, there was just something to be said about being captured in the gaze of a vampire or werewolf, not knowing if you'd lose your head the very next moment.
Ah yes, the thrill was something money couldn't buy... except in the Elefang of course.

The current object of Morty's attention now drew out her hunt in keeping the wolfling on edge. And for the first time the Mink was surprised on two counts; The wolf sure had quite a bit of self-control after a tease like that. And the new vampette returned to him more times than a normal girl's route.
She sensed a story in there somewhere.

When he'd dumped his money on the tray and weaved his way towards her, Mordekai gave a slight raise of her hand; a signal to watching eyes belonging to wolf, man and blood-drinker, to stand down. A first for her, since usually she'd have no qualms about seeing an overzealous John get his mug tossed out with the rest of the uncivilised trash. The Elefang promised all those under its roof protection, and that included the unwanted attention from their 'admirers'.

Still, this one... She wanted to see what he'd actually do.

With no supernatural hearing she could not make out what he was saying to the dancer, but she didn't need to know the words to know the song. The invitation was plain as daylight and Morty knew this would be a call that would not be ignored, not after all that. Thumbing through the deck the Mink let her instinct guide her hand until it selected a single card, and soft bubble of laughter popped from her lips when she saw the symbol of two figures entwined in passionate abandonment.

A faint breeze against her cheek was all she got from the wolf's hasty retreat and she shook her head in a mix of amusement and dismay. Turning the card over and over in her hand.

"Ah ma cher, dis is really going to hurt."
Whether she was talking about the Were or the Vampire, no one would know.

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Duty suddenly became moot when Morty followed the new girl out of the Speakeasy, deciding to leave the surveillance to the brawn so carefully hidden in every nook and cranny of the pub. Oh she was sure to get an earful from Eugene later, but she was curious and it wasn't often that her curiosity was piqued these days.

Jacket hanging from her shoulders she continued to puff and shuffle her cards as she leaned against an ornate wooden pillar, just watching the vampette wait for her own little thread of destiny to find her.

"Fucks sake, Elio. Get a grip.."

"Oh oui ma belle, Morty sure he'd like you to get a good, hard, grip..."
A quick pause to neaten the deck in her hands while she purred around the cigar just sticking out from the corner of her lips.
"...On someting non?"

A teasing brow lofted even as the Mink thumbed through a few random cards, nice to know that some things would remain predictable.

[cherry]

``ELIOlillithCASER«

SHE'S A DWELLING PLACE FOR DEMONS,
she's a cage for every unclean spirit, every filthy bird.

"Oh oui ma belle, Morty sure he'd like you to get a good, hard grip..

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The voice startled her slightly, it was not one she knew to place a face to. Within a tenth of a second, she was standing now at the bottom of the metal fire escape, eyes fixed upon Mordekai.

"..On something, non?[/color]"

The meaning was clear, and the mortals presumptuousness vexed her slightly. Of course, it was true, but Elio would never do such. Yes, the touch of the creature had excited her, and her heat had a certain dampness still, but nothing would come of it. She had her Lukas, and she had taken a lot of shit just to be in his arms. True, he had not yet followed her, but he had promised. Kai would notice if they had both disappeared from London together, and the anger would make him sure to track them down and rip them limb from limb. If they left at staggered intervals, suspicion on the part of her Sire would perhaps not be picqued. That was the plan at any rate. And here, standing before her, her employer was suggesting that she would forget that inner struggle she had experienced, and throw it all away on a creature who not only resembled her sire all-to-closely for comfort, but that she did not even know what he was. He was no vampire, but he was no mortal. Kai had, to say the least, been a neglectful teacher, too busy throwing her around like a ragdoll, breaking bones and bruising her fragile soul.

"He can want whatever, but he won't get it.."

Her voice was controlled. Surprising really, because Elio's fuse was extremely short, and it was well and truly lit at the suggestion that she would sleep with the werewolf. Had there been any true suggestion? She wasn't sure, but she knew it was what Mordy had implied.

"It was a momentary lapse. A warm touch to an undead such as myself is like heroin. The same as it would be if you were to put your skin alongside mine."

She wasn't sure if this was entirely true, perhaps it was just her, but it was true that it had been like a heroin hit. Two men had touched her since she had been given the dark gift; Kai and Lukas, and both had been the same as she; dead and cold to the touch. The only warm skin she had come into contact with had been when feeding, and such an act caused an involuntary arousal each and every time. It was, perhaps, simply a memory trigger. Perhaps it was more. Perhaps she did want him to touch her once more, and not stop until they were both spent.

"My lover is coming to join me here in New Orleans as soon as possible because of .." she paused. Elefang had promised her a certai anonymity to her past, and she had near let it slip. ".. Work commitments."

As if that has ever stopped any man and woman in history," she thought, and immediately she scolded herself. Her eyes drifted to the deck of tarot cards in Mordy's hands. She had tried to read them once, when she had been around sixteen, but she had never understood them.

"Read your cards, and they will tell you I will not touch him outside of Elefang," she spat, her voice a little more venemous than she had hoped for. Her hand was lifted to her now pale lips and she inhaled the smoke sharply, letting it fill her lungs as she waited for Mordy's next unwanted input.

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