Thread: Moonchild (Ninja and Amy)

Dogs won't like you now? You seem to think you've changed. You haven't. You've always been a werewolf, the only thing that's changed is that your eyes are opened now. If dogs liked you before, they'll like you still. Dogs will react to you like a fellow canine...distant, but a cousin. Dogs are like people in some ways...some are assholes, some are kind. Some will bark their heads off at you, and some will lick your face as a greeting. No different now. The music was high-energy techno and this was certainly a strip club. Girls were athletically and sensually maneuvering on stages, giving private or table dances, and serving drinks in skimpy attire. It was an assault on her new senses for a moment, but they didn't fail her, and they told her more than she might have taught. Every once and a while she caught a flash of pale flesh against a strobe light, or a laser landed near a slightly sharper than normal canine tooth. Rafe took her hand and led her along the black wall that was nearly invisible in the darkness, giving the illusion that the darkness went on much further than it did. Eventually they reached an unguarded door that melded perfectly into the wall and was only visible after he pushed on it and opened it. There were stairs behind that went around a single corner, dry ice pouring down them and light with dull oranges and reds, giving the impression of lava. At the top of the stairs was a single door that Rafe knocked on. Who is it... purred out a voice that smouldered like chocolate lava cake overflowing. Come on, Vee, you can sense me a mile away. That's not the password you were given... The voice replied to him a playful tone. Rafe rolled his eyes. Teddy bear... There was the sound of a heavy latch unlocking and Rafe pushed inside, The interior was decorated like a volcano erupting, a comfortable lounge with a stripper pole mounted out of steps meant to look like the exploding volcano, the floor light beneath with flowing and shifting reds, whites, yellows, and oranges to simulate the lava flow, a bar in the corner and soft, plush couches outlining the lounge. A set of one-way windows to the outside, heavily shaded gave a small view of the exterior of the club. Well well, there's my playful friend...oh...and looks like he brought me a treat...oh Rafe, you really shouldn't have. Beautiful failed terribly short to describe the possessor of the voice that felt like it could melt steel. Long, too pale legs exposed by luxury lace lingerie that was white and red, accentuating roses gave her a ghostly, haunting form. Nails and lips of deepest red like the color was stolen from a rose, and piercing, captivating eyes of dark violet, with hair was was a color like a deep, dark wine, not red or pink, but some dark magenta or burgundy was done up in a high bun with two twirls dropping just in front of her ears, a hair style like from out of Victorian England. Her eyes lit up as they wandered over Vivian and she started to step over to her, dark red heels clicking on the floor before an arm shot out and braced her. Un-uh Vee, she's a friend of mine. She's a new blood, one of the people and under my protection for the moment. Not a snack...unless she wants to be I suppose... Rafe rolled his eyes, not really sure why anyone would want to allow a vampire to bite them. Vee looked a little disappointed, but it didn't show long. Despite her attire, she managed to appear perfectly profession and at the same time warm and inviting as she stepped forward and took Vivian's hand into both of hers, looking right into Vivian's eyes, those violet orbs just utterly captivating. My name is Velvet Valour...my stage name anyways. But you may call me Vee, as Rafe does. She raised Vivian's hand to her lips and kissed it softly. Any friend of Rafe's has a home here...my club is a haven for vampires, but I enforce a strict peace, so no one will accost you here...lest they summon forth my wrath... Everything she did dripped with a burning sensuality.