Thread: ▬▬ { PALISADES } ⋮⋮ echo & dogged

Cillian took a wad of bank notes from his left pocket and fervently hoped that one of the girls might actually be good enough to warrant them. He kept american dollar bills for people like waitresses, but if he found a class act here, then he kept the good money for them. He'd left Scotland ten years ago, went to the states for less than a year, hated it and headed up to Montreal. They had all the entertainment, his business needs and everything he could want here. Even the strip clubs were classier than the dives back home in Glasgow. The parade of women started and he eyed each one with a thorough emerald gaze. The school girl uniform reminded him of his childhood back in Catholic school and he might enjoy a closer view. That was until he saw how little and pathetic she was. Tiny Tina smelled rankly of cheap booze and dirty streets and had no damn tits. Why the fuck was she even here? He curled his lip as she got nearer to his table and Cillian growled a low warning. Though a human couldn't hear it, they would feel it in the raised hair on the backs of their necks and goosebumps on their arms. She looked sickly and cheap and he wanted nothing to do with her kind. As a proud werewolf, he knew that the females of all predators held the true power, unlike the fluffy, pasty, silly excuses of human girls. Cillian was looking for a real woman and though he knew the chances were slim among humans, there was always a chance. Although if Lana the superbitch found out he was spending good bank notes on strippers, it would be another bloody, virulent fight beyond epic proportions. His ex mate still clung to him for his money and he just couldn't get rid of her. There was no valid mating any longer, no marriage, no sex, no kids. Just plenty of her bitching and spending his hard earned money. Who could blame him for needing some real entertainment, and if he found the right one, he'd spend the money on her. The waitress brought him his third six pack of Guinness and he gave her two hundred american dollars. She left him promptly to his drinking and and before he knew it, he'd finished his twentieth. The parade of women seemed to get better as the night wore on and he wasn't sure if it was the Guinness or not. He didn't usually get this drunk, but the last fight had been a real helluva brawl. The injuries had healed by the time he'd made it to Palisades so he just drank it away. When someone called Lotus was announced, there was a rush en masse to the dais, with men throwing money before he even saw anyone. Then she stepped out on those sleek mile long legs and he slowly rose to his feet. At his height, he easily stood out among the crowd and made his way to the edge. The human males around him gave the huge lycan a respectable amount of space considering the prime entertainment they clamored for. Gleaming ebony skin flashed amongst the shadows, the light caressing her flesh like a lover's hands and Cillian stood rapt before her. Green eyes took in her enormous breasts with glistening tassels and before he realized it, he had a thick wad of bank notes in his hand. Her tattoos were important somehow, seemed to signify a status that wasn't quite clear to him. Like an exotic lioness, she stalked that stage, every movement sinuous and sexy, making Ciillan's mouth go dry. As if that flawless body weren't enough, her face was picture perfect. High cheekbones that were sharp enough to cut glass paired with almond cat's eyes and that delicious dusky complexion made him want a human woman. She was the one. Strong, beautiful and all woman. Lotus would be his. He locked his stern lycan gaze on her cat's eyes while clutching over a thousand in bank notes in his large fist. Wearing only a mask and wisp of silk, she now had his undivided attention.