Thread: The Under City [Bunny and Alkaline]

The Under city beyond law and retribution. Within the dim lights of a fallen nation lay new Lords of fortune. With new Lords came new possessions living, breathing objects of obsession The club had quieted, hushed whispers forming on anxious lips as the pulsing beat echoed through the crowded space. It throbbed as a figured appeared upon a metal stage causing all eyes to avert in her direction. Clad in a heavy cloak the lights churned around her, reflecting the deep purple of her hood. Glimpses of pale, tight, flesh flashed through the gaps of the royal garment. Full lips quirked into a smile as the delicate ties of the material were pulled--unwoven from the secure bindings. As the beat of the music picked up so did the soft sway of the figure. Embroidered silk swirled around her delicate ankles lovingly. A slim forearm was revealed as it reached for the silver pole. Soon the shrouded figured was spinning with experience around the prop, a long, well sculpted leg curled around the vertical stand. Wide hips incased in plum lace ground against the metal as the heavier garment began to fall away to reveal an expanse of delicious abdomen. The woman floated away from the pole, elegantly bending as her hips thrusted forward towards hungry eyes. As she arched her back the hood slipped from her scalp. Lights played off shoulder length hair--silken purple. Straight bangs cropped her fragile face all too harshly unnaturally. Large sapphire eyes looked haunted surrounded by smoky black and winged lashes. A pert nose sloped to a luscious mouth, turned down in concentration as her body worked. Her oval face gave a air of purity with her curving jaw and small chin. Soon she had spun the cloak from her body using it within her routine. She allowed fleeting, teasing glances as the material swirled around her petite stature. Matching plum lace encased her bountiful chest as well complimenting the flushed hue of her unblemished skin. She rolled her hips and shoulders, accentuating her tiny waist a dancers body. Her head dipped promiscuously as her session drew to a close, the long elegant neck reflecting soft light onto her collar bones and swelling breasts. Wolfish eyes gazed upon a well rounded backside as she turned, escaping the public's gaze. Bianca settled herself tiredly upon the vanity seat, glimpsing into a flushed face. A face that sometimes appeared to not be her own. Her heaven features were reddened from her vigorous scrubbing. Heavy makeup had never done her soft features justice. Sighing she removed the purple wig, scratching at her irritated scalp. One by one she removed the pins from her frazzled hair. Smoothing the strawberry locks from their confines she relaxed, enjoying the sight of the waves soothing over her naked shoulders and to her breasts. Before she could do much else another female appeared behind her. This woman was slightly taller, slightly plumper with a rounded face and wide brown eyes. Violet she purred seductively, Get dressed, hes waiting for you at the bar. The woman gave a small kiss upon Biancas cheek before striding away in leather and chains. Bianca sighed before brushing through her pink-blond locks briefly, rising to clad herself into a fitted black skirt. The skirt clung from her hips to her knees, stretching with her gate. A silken pink shirt soon found itself upon her torso, accentuating each good feature with ruffles and puckers. The expanse of her neck was exposed the way HE liked it. Pinning her locks loosely upon the top of her head she turned to find the shirt exposed the indentation of her spin down to her hips. It would have to do. Bianca, the Violet dancer, moved towards the threshold, bracing herself to face her grim circumstances.