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Re: The Steel Prince (leetmonkey33)
"You are more than welcome good sir! And I highly recommend that you do, the city only hires the most trustworthy and capable guides for the official tours!" the receptionist would reply with a warm smile, but then it would be time to depart from her company and venture back out onto the dangerous streets of Acheron to resume his quest to find the thief that he had been hired to track down.
His directions would prove accurate, as the Reserved Tradesman was a well maintained structure with a clearly legible sign hanging over its door, just as he'd been told. Located so close to the heart of the demon city, it was a surprisingly quiet place, indicating how much of the city still needed to be filled in by new arrivals before it could really be called such. That wasn't to say that it wasn't doing good business, however, as Caim would pass by a well-dressed bouncer to find the large central room filled with those who looked to be largely demons, many of them quite lavishly garbed themselves.
"No weapons," a second bouncer would grunt from beside the inner door, and the mercenary would find himself faced with a figure easily twice as tall and at least three times as broad as he frowning down at him. A troll, its golden skin kept clean but still unmistakably one of the great faeries of legend, stood with its arms folded across its broad chest, his suit as finely crafted as that of the more conventional looking man who stood watch outside. "You got anything on you, it gets put in a locker and you get the key. No charge," the gigantic bouncer continued casually, his words not a threat but a simple statement of fact, "you don't like that idea, walk out now. You try to cause trouble in here, the guards won't have to deal with you beyond calling up a carter to take you to the graveyard across the river. Got it?"
Of course, once his interaction with the doorman was done with, Caim would be able to resume his appraisal of the rest of the place. A bar stood more or less directly to his right, well stocked and manned by a pair of appealing demonesses artfully clad in as little as could be called decent in public, with a small number of patrons sitting at it. Its relative emptiness could be explained by the main draw of the place, and what was obviously the main attraction; the dancers. Three dancers swayed to music seemingly playing from a number of enchanted device placed throughout the room, originating ultimately from a small booth that lay opposite the bar. Many smaller tables were scattered around the room, fanning out from the three primary counters that ran back to a main stage with curtains blocking sight of anything that lay further back in the place, and there were many more private booths besides that available. Glowing stones that emitted soft light in a full spectrum of colors hung from fixtures on the ceiling, an expensive set of accouterments to be sure, providing adequate light to see by if not to read by.
All three of the dancers were unnaturally beautiful, to the point that it was difficult for Caim to look away from any one of them, much less all three dancing in unison on their three separate stages. Demons all it seemed, but of different shapes and kinds it seemed, and all three alluring. On the left, a woman with a tall, almost statuesque figure swayed and spiraled around a pole, her motions disturbingly elegant given their setting. Her skin was pale, like captured moonlight or freshly fallen snow, and raven black hair hung down to her lower back in a shining silk curtain as she made her languid motions, its color matching the grand raven wings that sprouted from her back and added to the grace of her dance with subtle motions of their own. Her outfit was white, a pair of lace stockings leading down to white leather boots and up to a garter belt and a similar pair of lace panties, leaving only tiny flashes of pale skin and a portion of her thighs uncovered down below, while up top her breasts were contained by a tight white corset. On the right was a figure directly opposite of the nearly angelic being, blood red skin that was just barely covered by tight black leather. Their figure was shorter and rounder, but no less appealing for it when accompanied by the promise of world-shattering carnal pleasures promised by every sway and dip of those hips and the spade-tipped tail that hovered over it, and her motions too were accentuated by those of her wings... Smaller ones, black and leathery but still beautiful in their own way, and they were perfectly accentuated by the ebony rams horns that jutted from the woman's skull.
Most mystifying of all was the figure on the central dance stage, however. Golden skin gleamed, covered in clothing that was seemingly made of jewels crafted out of pure starlight as her body swayed at twice the beat of either of her companions. Despite the increased pace, however, the figure with gleaming, fiery hair made her dancing look not only easy, but did so with a level of grace that Caim had never seen before. It offered the same promise as the other two, otherwordly pleasure unlike any he could imagine, but the swaying figure offered a medium between the two opposites that was appealing all its own. Other than her unnatural grace and golden skin the central dancer held no inhuman features to speak of, but that didn't make her any less exotic than the other two, and it would take an effort of will for Caim to tear himself away from watching them dance in order to pursue his original purpose in coming to this place.
Caim Zeverleh: HP = 74, PP = 56, EP = 36, Status = Fine
"You are more than welcome good sir! And I highly recommend that you do, the city only hires the most trustworthy and capable guides for the official tours!" the receptionist would reply with a warm smile, but then it would be time to depart from her company and venture back out onto the dangerous streets of Acheron to resume his quest to find the thief that he had been hired to track down.
His directions would prove accurate, as the Reserved Tradesman was a well maintained structure with a clearly legible sign hanging over its door, just as he'd been told. Located so close to the heart of the demon city, it was a surprisingly quiet place, indicating how much of the city still needed to be filled in by new arrivals before it could really be called such. That wasn't to say that it wasn't doing good business, however, as Caim would pass by a well-dressed bouncer to find the large central room filled with those who looked to be largely demons, many of them quite lavishly garbed themselves.
"No weapons," a second bouncer would grunt from beside the inner door, and the mercenary would find himself faced with a figure easily twice as tall and at least three times as broad as he frowning down at him. A troll, its golden skin kept clean but still unmistakably one of the great faeries of legend, stood with its arms folded across its broad chest, his suit as finely crafted as that of the more conventional looking man who stood watch outside. "You got anything on you, it gets put in a locker and you get the key. No charge," the gigantic bouncer continued casually, his words not a threat but a simple statement of fact, "you don't like that idea, walk out now. You try to cause trouble in here, the guards won't have to deal with you beyond calling up a carter to take you to the graveyard across the river. Got it?"
Of course, once his interaction with the doorman was done with, Caim would be able to resume his appraisal of the rest of the place. A bar stood more or less directly to his right, well stocked and manned by a pair of appealing demonesses artfully clad in as little as could be called decent in public, with a small number of patrons sitting at it. Its relative emptiness could be explained by the main draw of the place, and what was obviously the main attraction; the dancers. Three dancers swayed to music seemingly playing from a number of enchanted device placed throughout the room, originating ultimately from a small booth that lay opposite the bar. Many smaller tables were scattered around the room, fanning out from the three primary counters that ran back to a main stage with curtains blocking sight of anything that lay further back in the place, and there were many more private booths besides that available. Glowing stones that emitted soft light in a full spectrum of colors hung from fixtures on the ceiling, an expensive set of accouterments to be sure, providing adequate light to see by if not to read by.
All three of the dancers were unnaturally beautiful, to the point that it was difficult for Caim to look away from any one of them, much less all three dancing in unison on their three separate stages. Demons all it seemed, but of different shapes and kinds it seemed, and all three alluring. On the left, a woman with a tall, almost statuesque figure swayed and spiraled around a pole, her motions disturbingly elegant given their setting. Her skin was pale, like captured moonlight or freshly fallen snow, and raven black hair hung down to her lower back in a shining silk curtain as she made her languid motions, its color matching the grand raven wings that sprouted from her back and added to the grace of her dance with subtle motions of their own. Her outfit was white, a pair of lace stockings leading down to white leather boots and up to a garter belt and a similar pair of lace panties, leaving only tiny flashes of pale skin and a portion of her thighs uncovered down below, while up top her breasts were contained by a tight white corset. On the right was a figure directly opposite of the nearly angelic being, blood red skin that was just barely covered by tight black leather. Their figure was shorter and rounder, but no less appealing for it when accompanied by the promise of world-shattering carnal pleasures promised by every sway and dip of those hips and the spade-tipped tail that hovered over it, and her motions too were accentuated by those of her wings... Smaller ones, black and leathery but still beautiful in their own way, and they were perfectly accentuated by the ebony rams horns that jutted from the woman's skull.
Most mystifying of all was the figure on the central dance stage, however. Golden skin gleamed, covered in clothing that was seemingly made of jewels crafted out of pure starlight as her body swayed at twice the beat of either of her companions. Despite the increased pace, however, the figure with gleaming, fiery hair made her dancing look not only easy, but did so with a level of grace that Caim had never seen before. It offered the same promise as the other two, otherwordly pleasure unlike any he could imagine, but the swaying figure offered a medium between the two opposites that was appealing all its own. Other than her unnatural grace and golden skin the central dancer held no inhuman features to speak of, but that didn't make her any less exotic than the other two, and it would take an effort of will for Caim to tear himself away from watching them dance in order to pursue his original purpose in coming to this place.