Thread: Darker Times( see other requests for char sheet and ooc)

Location The Scaly Station House Thank you for visssiting, sssir, please come again, ena zmiJa smiles warmly at the middle-aged gentleman, handing the customer his coat and slithering to the door with him. Over twelve feet of tail slide along the ground behind her, she unconsciously choosing to dominate the man by rising to at least eight feet in height on her long torso as she escorts him to the door. Watching the door close behind him, Zena puffs out her cheeks and blows a sigh through her dark lips, Well, that's the last one, ladies. You can relax and take a break before we do clean up. The beautiful Lamia turns and undulates back along the carpeted entrance hall, noting a discarded cigarette butt on the floor near her podium, and enters the club. A half-dozen of the late-night shift, four of them elves and the remaining two succubi, are sitting around the 'meeting table', a table situated dead-center of the underground gentleman's club, designed to seat a dozen humans or humanoids. One of the elves moves a chair out of the way so Zena can park herself between the elf and one of the succubi, lowering herself to a compact five feet before putting the tips jar from the podium on the table. From behind the stage, three more staff members come to take their places at the table. Exotic dancers, two of the girls are demon-touched half-breeds, the last being a dark elf and their new star attraction since Zena herself had decided to give up being the exotic headliner and function instead as a capable host. It was a slow night tonight, Zena begins, peering at the half-filled jar, but we lucked in to having a visit from Monster Control. You know full well how many of them are monster fetish freaks. I'm sure everyone here received a few gropes and grabs tonight, but all things considering, we made out better than we expected. Monster Control guys tend to play rough and drink hard, so our drinks take will be up. Turning to address one of the succubi, Zena continues, Nancy, you did right to break a chair over that new member's head, but if he tries to pull at your tail until it hurts again, just tell your sister succubi, or me, and we'll take care of it next time. Have your sister teach you more about your pheromone release and mental clouding abilities, so you can take control of a situation without bashing someone's head in, okay? The succubus called Nancy sheepishly nods, blushing as her sister succubus puts a protective arm around the blushing demon. N'dell, you dominate the punters as always, and you've made the stage your own, Zena addresses the dark elf, the woman's inky-black skin glistening with sprayed on glycerin to make it look as though she was sweating, something that her species never do. Keep this up and I think we'll be looking at getting you a partner, especially for the paired dances. I know you adore the sweet little elves we have as servers, but I've yet to find one that isn't scared of you so much that she urinates herself rather than dance on stage with you. What a shame, N'dell purrs, giving some of the elves a smoldering, hungry glance, the elves returning the gaze with a mixture of blushes and squeaks of fear. Finally, as we did better than we thought for the night, I'm buying everyone breakfast, Zena announces. Breakfast Pizza will be here in about half-an-hour, so lets get cracking with the clean up and we'll all enjoy a fresh cup of coffee and some food before we go home or turn in for the rest of the morning. Stretching her arms and rising to touch the nine-feet high ceiling, Zena adds, Servers, glasses and ashtrays. Dancers, sweeping and vacuuming. I'll see to the books and bank the take, before bringing back the tips and distributing the shares. As the girls get to work, Zena smiles. It is a tough and sometimes demeaning job, but she respects every one of her girls in the club. They work because they have to. Money is tight, as are jobs for those that humans call monsters, and the club provides a lot more than just secure employment and in some cases, a place to live. For in the basement, behind a wine rack, down some dusty, musty steps that smell of orc droppings and decorated with rat corpses, lies the core of the city's underground railroad, striving to help fleeing monsters reach the boundaries of the city and, from there, perhaps find one of the mythical Free Cities, where monsters and humans coexist openly, without prejudice. Zena dismisses the thoughts of her 'second' job and gets to work with the accounts, choosing to work at the table rather than head to the office. That way she can watch the girls and take all the surreptitious glimpses of soft, female flesh she wants. On the front door, locked and barred, the sign reads 'The Scaly Station House is closed for the day. We are open at 1100pm every night except Sunday.'