Every night's a good night
Characters: OU: Surreal SaDiablo, OU! Alema Rar and possibly OU! Sawyer and OU! Shuldig
Where: Down at the strip club
When: before any guests arrive
Summary: The girls and guys are setting up, working out some kinks. And they're making sure everything is silky smooth.
Warnings: Sexiness, of course
A sultry smile crossed her lips as Surreal walked down the street of Econtra, hips swinging to a tune she hadn't hummed in a long time. Her body was something she secretly despised, but it paid the bills for all those years. Now she was doing it all over again, because the company was better and she didn't have to bed anyone she didn't want. Ah, what a retirement after all.
Surreal hid her exotic green and golden eyes behind the rims of tinted glasses. They marked her as a half-blood, but wearing her long black hair down covered her beautiful pointed ears and she could pass as Hayllian. Her bags of costumes were packed away, vanished, but they'd serve nicely when the lights went down. The things she had with her could satisfy a man's appetite in his eyes, revealing just enough for him to need the touch. But that was the point of working in a strip club, wasn't it? They got to touch only when she let them.
She wondered if the place had received a name yet, it deserved something with some class. She glanced up when she got close enough, hoping to see some colored letters maybe. Why be discreet after all?
Where: Down at the strip club
When: before any guests arrive
Summary: The girls and guys are setting up, working out some kinks. And they're making sure everything is silky smooth.
Warnings: Sexiness, of course
A sultry smile crossed her lips as Surreal walked down the street of Econtra, hips swinging to a tune she hadn't hummed in a long time. Her body was something she secretly despised, but it paid the bills for all those years. Now she was doing it all over again, because the company was better and she didn't have to bed anyone she didn't want. Ah, what a retirement after all.
Surreal hid her exotic green and golden eyes behind the rims of tinted glasses. They marked her as a half-blood, but wearing her long black hair down covered her beautiful pointed ears and she could pass as Hayllian. Her bags of costumes were packed away, vanished, but they'd serve nicely when the lights went down. The things she had with her could satisfy a man's appetite in his eyes, revealing just enough for him to need the touch. But that was the point of working in a strip club, wasn't it? They got to touch only when she let them.
She wondered if the place had received a name yet, it deserved something with some class. She glanced up when she got close enough, hoping to see some colored letters maybe. Why be discreet after all?