Thread: Unbound: An Adventurer's guide to the bedside manner of the species of Isika

The club was both dark and bright at once, the mass of dancing forms illuminated by the wildly dancing lights above. Reds, blues, greens and yellows danced erratic patterns across the occupants, both making them more mysterious by the shadows cast, and more excitable due to the very closeness they all shared. The mass of people were a sight to see themselves, nearly a hundred people writhed upon each other, and seemed as if everyone of them was a different species of some sort. Elves clung to orcs, goblins spun with fairies, Drow spun around humans and a dozen or so half breeds and rarities mingled in between them all. If Cellia was searching for a place to mingle with other species...she had apparently chosen well. Yet despite the mass of writhing, gyrating flesh, she had caught the eye of a regular...after all, it wasn't often a girl of her physique avoided his attentions, especially on her first appearance. The man himself sat to the young woman's right, in one of the booths circling the dance floor. Lucien was entertaining a trio of women already, casually spinning playing cards betwixt his fingers and teasing them with playful banter, and devilish smiles. Yet, his strange blue eyes were consistently upon the light haired newcomer now awkwardly drinking at the bar. Lucien finished his trick, abruptly revealing that his deck of playing cards had become a deck of Kama Sutra cards instead, he smirked and tossed each of the three girls currently competing for his attention a separate position. The girls of course blushed and giggled, and it would have been easy enough for him to coax all three of them away for a night of entertainment...but, his interest had been transferred from them...to her . Okay girls... He began in a smooth, confident voice. For my next trick...I'm going to make you all disappear. He smirked and lifted his hand out in front of him, Smile for the birdy... He began, nodding toward his hand. The trio focused their attentions on his fingers, and as he snapped twice, all three of them seemed to grow distant. Their eyes slid half closed, their mouth partially open, their heads limp and hanging forward. Good girls, now, forget about me tonight...there are plenty of men out there waiting for your company... He shoo'd them away, Go find one. The girls obliged, dumbly staggering out of the booth before shambling toward the dance floor. A moment later they seemed to wake up, and soon, they had vanished into the crowd. Free, Lucien flicked his wrist toward the woman he now sought... At the bar, Cellia would be greeted by a black rose...literally growing, and unfurling in mid air before her eyes. Its scent would be thick and pleasing, easily enough to get her attention even in the chaos of the club. With her attention hopefully on the rose, Lucien approached her, and lightly grasped the newly grown flower, taking his place in front of her. He smiled warmly and lightly offered the young woman the gift, For you, Petite Fluer. He greeted comfortably. The man himself was not overly large. Though he did stand nearly a full foot over the smaller girl, he was of slim build and did not loom over her as some creatures in the room might have. His hair, and eyes were both blue, and even to the untrained eye it would be clear that neither color were his originals. He was a magician of some sort, a mage, wizard or maybe even a necromancer...that at least was clear by the cross shaped iris's he possessed, and the magically stained hair. He wore a black pair of form fitting pants, black leather boots peeking out from there bottoms. A light blue dress shirt sat underneath a black jacket which was both formal and exotic at once with its chromed cross shaped buttons and band of thick fur running over the left shoulder. Lucien gave the girl a polite little bow an added, I am Lucien Devereux, and I would love to know your name.