Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Bay City was rife with crime, and there wasnt much that could be done about it. For generations, there had been warring mob bosses and syndicates. Each one vied for control of the city, and all of the spoils that came with it. Countless politicians and police officers were corrupted and paid off, pledging allegiance to one gang or another. It had gotten so bad that the police actually advised the citizens to not leave their houses after dark. When night fell, the town belonged to the gangs. And there was nothing they could do to attempt to change things. They lacked the manpower, along with the desire, thanks to the cash lining their pockets. The Vermilion gang was one of the citys oldest and most feared. The leaders of the gang were twin brother and sister, having been in power ever since their father was assassinated. They ruled Bay City with an iron fist, the other gangs even respecting them. They made sure everyone had an area that they were allowed to manage, and that the gangs main money makers didnt interfere with others. Vermilion focused on drugs and weapon smuggling, with a little bit of sex slavery trafficking on the side. Vivian Vermillion was the eldest of the twins, and with a reputation that well known. There was nothing that wouldnt be done in order to please her or protect her. She had three personal bodyguards on her at all times, even having a gps and monitor implant to ensure her safety. Her beauty was renowned in the city, with her long straight blonde hair and piercing dark blue eyes. On this particular night, Vivian was going to a new club that had opened up The Emerald Estate. Of course, she was going for more than just to party. The Vermilion Gang had been trying for months to squeeze any information about the club. But all of their contacts were coming up dry. There was no way they could allow a place like this to operate without knowing whose palms were getting greased. So her twin brother, Julien, suggested sending her in. The line outside of the multi-level club for people waiting to get in was insanely long. But thanks to her connections, it was easy for her to simply walk in flanked by her subordinates. The music was loud, a rather swanky establishment from what she could surmise. The manner in which she dressed certainly didnt make her look like a part of the stylish and fashionable elite who were trying to get in. The blonde girl had an eyebrow piercing, naval piercing and even more that couldnt be seen thanks to her clothes. Not to mention a copious amount of tattoos across her toned body. She wore a ragged pair of daisy duke jeans, with a garter belt and ripped thigh high stockings. The only thing that covered her chest was a tattered designer t-shirt. It was just enough to cover her nipples, showcasing her cleavage and even some under boob. For as distressed as her clothing looked, her accessories more than made up for it. She tended to gather jewelry from the various kills that her gang made, members bringing it to her as if it were offerings. Vivian preferred gold, decked out in plenty of items that showed her gangs loyalty. Many of the men in the group would die for her, and she knew it. Vivian demanded no less than absolute obedience from her associates. When she said jump, they said how high. To finish off her outfit, she wore a large fur coat. No matter the weather, she would still walk around in the expensive coat. It helped her cut an intimidating figure, and she was thankful for it. Her designer heels clicked on the marble flooring as she surveyed the club, finding the excess of green to be an interesting choice. Vivian always ensured that she was packing heat. There was a gun holster hidden under the fur coat, concealing two pistols with mother of pearl inlaid handles. Finished in brushed gold, they had been 16th birthday presents from her father. And then there was the 9 inch long serrated golden blade in a hidden sheath at the small of her back, just in case things went sideways. The brass knuckles that were formed onto the mother of pearl handle had helped her out in a pinch many times. She had a reputation of killing rival gang members indiscriminately, but she had a certain level of protection due to who she was. It wouldnt do to kill her in return, as that would start an all out war. One time, she killed a man for having the misfortune of spilling his drink on her. Blew his brains out in a crowded club, and then forced his hysterical girlfriend to get on all fours in the mess that had been her boyfriend, and get finger banged by Vivian. So to many, the state of the Vermilion girls sanity was a valid question. She walked over to the mahogany bar, going to lean against it and survey the liquor bottles. When the bartender would make his way over, her glossy lips curled into a smile as she took in the sight of him. He certainly was small and cute looking. Perhaps if it were a different night, she would have taken him to the bathroom and fucked his brains out. But, tonight she was there strictly for business. Hey, give me a cider.Strongbow if youve got it. Vivian wasnt one to get classy martinis or Moscow Mules. Who owns this joint? She asked of the bar tender, hoping they would have the answers to her questions. And how do I go about setting up a chat?