Thread: Inside Boulevard 9 [DamonHuntington x Love]

The amorous enticement of Boulevard 9 continued. Invitation was on the table, everywhere you looked. You just needed to play by the rules and really, the rules were made up as the night grew long. In the back recesses of this loose community were pole dancers females with nothing but scanty-clad bikini bottoms, and even a male or two. They were fluid, entrancing, and entertaining, to say the least. They made their flaunt upon raised podiums and diases strategically positioned around the room, and every once in a while they stepped down and joined other dancers, or encouraged others to participate in their lewd fun. Flanking these deeper rooms of Boulevard 9 were recessed booths built into the walls. Normally, they had large, oval wood tables that were heavily varnished and a semi-circular black-leather couch that could seat nine - give or take. A curtain could be pulled for privacy upon a party who sat within. A couple of these private alcoves, however, were much nicer and comfortable. Along with the large table there was a couch or two, some armchairs, floorspace, and 'on-the-house' amenities like nuts and olives. It was one of these lavished spaces, booth 2, that was Elaine's, alone. With the curtain untouched, she sat with a full view of the sprawling room. She had seen him. How could you not notice the victorian-era clad man who weaved through the groups of people with a confident step? And his cape? He attracted attention. Some wondered about his getup, but roleplay wasn't uncommon around Boulevard 9. Elaine had eyes for him...for those stunning features and packed pants, but she didn't dwindle long. Business first, then play. ...maybe. A gentle touch was first felt upon Demetrius' back left shoulder blade, and fingers ran to the collar of his waistcoat. Fingertips nearly skipped over the hem and almost touched the skin of his neck before pulling away just shy from doing so. Another server was at his table, it appeared. This time a male. He came around Demetrius' chair and placed a glass of wine down. He smiled, flirtatiously. He was thin, lean, and sinuous, and wearing nothing except for some ass-hugging spandex pants. Boulevard 9 seemed to work it hard to please their customers. That waitress who Demetrius had rejected was now replaced by a different beast of nature. He put a palm on the table and locked his elbow, standing with his hip rested against the edge of the table. Montes Alpha Carmenere, for you, as requested. His tone was smooth and relaxed, and his head tilted with a smirk, But if you want to get a little close, I can show you where they keep the Crocus? For Candice, the Anniversary party was fine. She had noted a few attendees who were scheduled to meet with her, casually doing their thing. They were waiting. If there was any rule in Boulevard 9, it was that you did not approach booth 2 unless invited to do so. Restlessness was still lingering in the air around her, though, and her eyes kept on returning to that man in the cape. Chip was trying to make a move on him, and Candice now watched with interest. It had been awhile since she had invited a stranger to chitchat with her. Perhaps she would do so, just for the sweets. Yes, she might do so just to get under the skin of those waiting to do business with her. It would make her feel good, as always, to know that she controled other people's time. The boost will take care of the restless feeling, too. Her eyes narrowed, trying to judge the stranger clad as a mysterious gentleman from across the room. Was he worth her time, though? She tried to discern this, while finally taking a sip of her own wine. It smelled like vanilla and licorice, and was smooth down her throat accompanied by an aftertaste of sweet berries.