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Maybe It Was Something Else[m]

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Draconian:
[Cheesigatoooor]

Work hard, play hard.

Going to see some sort of strip show wasn't exactly Lavenders ideal way to start his weekend but his co-worker ( who he hesitated to call a friend) had paid his cover and promised him a few drinks the first of which, Lavender swirled around in his glass was almost done. It took a bit to get him drunk, he couldn't remember the last time he could afford it. Still, he could get buzzed and that was the goal tonight. Lavender licked his lips, shifted in his seat so his tail could relax down and curl around his chair.

Having tripped his fair share of people before, Lavender knew better than to just let it hang out and about. He pressed his tail to his boot and sighed, pressing a hand to his face and imagining all the other more fun things he could be doing. Like who. Where. Lavender couldn't help when he licked his lips and stared off into space before the low hum of music happened at the lights turned onto the stage. Bright blue eyes were taken instantly.

"Well, fuck." He rushed out, voice a low purr.  That wasn't a human. Fire. His eyes turned to his coworker, a big buy, blonde, green eyed. Lavender liked imagining holding him down and giving him the ride of his life, hearing the man moan and gasp. Pant. Well, kind of moan. The blonde was always wearing a gag in his imagination.  Of course, he'd never actually do it - Lavender didn't fuck his coworkers - but damn. The man knew what he liked. It was easy, Lavender liked everything.

Really liked this girl though. He watched like she was water and he was dehydrated and begging for it. The rest of the whole world melted away and he just... Stared. Ears twitching while he wanted, shoulders straight. Was his mouth watering? His mouth was probably watering and he licked his lips and tried to look more professional. Like he wasn't a slobbering idiot but holy fucking fire. She'd look hot with a gag. No, a silk scarf just pressing against her lips.

Lavender wasn't aware when he began to purr his appreciation but he didn't stop until his coworker slapped his arm and told him to shut the fuck up.  A grunt and he just... Turned back to staring. Damn. Damn damn.  Hot damn. God she had great tits. "Can we meet her?" He asked his coworker, eyebrows up, looking at the stage and the little glass she was in. "I really wanna meet her."

"You and sixty thousand other people dude," the blonde said, rolling his eyes.

Lavender grinned widely, "Yeah, but fifty-nine thousand other people aren't Kulshedra," He tapped his cheek and licked his lips again before he rested his head on his hand and just continued to watch. Was there a room behind him? Probably.

"She mingles after the show a little sometimes," the blonde man said, giving Lavenders elbow a nudge, "Maybe she'll come say hi."

"fuck, I hope so," Another purr and Lavender still couldn't tear his eyes away.

Cheesigator:
Honestly, she hated being the show's opening act for the evening. Not because she couldn't get there early and on time, or because she was specifically a night owl--no, she hated being the opener because she knew the saying 'they always save the best for last'. First is worst. All that.

It was nothing like that here, the owner just tried to switch the girls' acts around enough to give everyone a fair shot at every time of the evening. At the very least it meant she could mingle more with the clubgoers so early in the night because there wouldn't be as many there--in theory. One of the other girls stepped backstage to get ready with them in the changing rooms with her eyebrows raised and announced differently.

"Busy house tonight, so early too--guess they heard your act was first, Fiend." She smirked at Phoenyx and the Kulshedra gave her a sharp-toothed grin back before turning back to the mirror to apply the last touch of lipstick before she popped the cap back on the tube and gave her hair a tussle, checking herself out and quirking a brow and smirking at herself.

If there had ever been one thing she could always lean on in her life, it was that she was pretty. She at least had that much going for her--right now, it felt like the only thing she had at all.

"Well then, I guess I can't disappoint them now can I?" She purred as she stood up from the vanity, snatching the black chiffon peignoir she'd picked for tonight's show and stepped up behind the curtain, peeking through and watching the stagehands place her gigantic black feather boa at the foot of the stage.

The house lights were turned down low and as the curtains were drawn the spotlights came on to center on her curvy form, poised daintly on the stage with her hands on her hips, the peignoir obscuring most of what she wore underneath, and two custom-made black rhinestone six-inch pumps adorning her dainty reptilian feet.

Those lights went up and she saw the silhouettes of the crowd and instantly smiled, barely managing to contain her elation to such a coy expression as she strode out with long, slender and curvy legs to the center of the stage, heels striking the floor with every thick beat of the music. There was nothing she loved more than this--being the center of attention, performing, making people happy, and showing them what she was good at. What she excelled in. It was such a rewarding feeling, and it was so so freeing in comparison to the life she lived at home that she could hardly stand.

Her dance was an art, a healthy mix of scandal and classiness as she took her time grabbing the attention of every person in that room with eccentric and graceful movements; catching their gazes with a sudden movement of a flick of the wrist on an extended arm that was pulled in to drag her audience in with her as that hand slid down the curves of her body with that chiffon hiding from them all the lovely details. The song picked up a bit in tempo, and she let her slender fingertips undo every button with every beat, wiggling her hips and shoulders with a cute and flirtatious grin as she slid it off and twisted it, holding it in her left hand. Underneath she wore a black rhinestone-encrusted corset, bra and thong, her fiery red scales catching and burning rainbow iridescent in the light all the way up her legs, shimmering and flickering as she moved. She could hear it, the moment breath was stolen out of lungs and her grin grew; she smoothly turned on a heel to reveal her backside covered in those pretty scales, her corset pursuing the curve and line of her spine in a steep v that ended just above the base of her tail, laced tight with silk.

A smirk over her shoulder as she twisted and rolled the peignoir in her hands to play with it and draw it across the span of her pretty backside, and then it was tossed to the stage where an assistant snatched it up to bring it backstage. She graced the audiences with her charm that at times seemed perfectly sexy and in control of what she was doing, like a sort of succubus, and changed at others to something more bashful and sweet with those grins of joy as she reached back behind her, hooked her thumbs in those laces and with deft skill untied them and pulled the strings free with an exaggerated motion as she stretched her arms above her head, hip cocked to the side to emphasize her figure as she stretched the freed laces up before a simple shimmy had the garment dropping from her waist to be tossed to the other side, swept up again before any audience members had time to get handsy.

She couldn't see individual faces in that crowd, but as she looked over her shoulder again with that sweet, mischievous grin it was almost like her gaze landed directly on Lavender for a split second--purely coincidental--before she hooked her tail under that feather boa, sneaking it up over her arms and using it to obscure her frontside as she turned back to face her audience and bent over so they could see her cleavage--hear the snaps and see the elastic of her garters popping up as she unclipped them from her fishnet thigh highs, her hips swaying as her thumbs hooked into the lace and slid the garters down her legs, lowering herself down to her knees on the stage as she raised her feet, tossed the garters to the stage, swept her legs to the side and slipped those pumps right off, rolling the stockings down the length of her long limbs and tossing those as well. In a smooth movement she was back on those pretty feet, turning her back to the audience as her bra was undone and tossed to the side as she did that model walk to the ladder, pausing at the edge of the martini glass, looking at her viewers with a smirk before she tossed the boa off with a shrug of her shoulders to reveal the gentle curve of her breasts made modest only by the black rhinestone tassel pasties covering her nipples.

In a smooth movement that briefly displayed the lithe muscles in her arms she pulled herself into the water and played to her heart's content, pulling her hair down and giving it a luscious shake as she squeezed a giant olive sponge full of water all over herself, the light playing off of every droplet of water that rolled over her form with not a shred of remorse for the mess she was making, and perhaps that was part of the charm and lure of it all--the act itself was innocent and playful, but the meaning and intent was teasing and torturous.

As the song ended she grinned with utter joy as the audience clapped and whistled, and with the assistance of stagehands she dropped back down to the stage floor, brought a fluffy towel to wrap herself up in as she waved and blew kisses and left the stage. Cleanup after her acts always took a bit, and in the meantime the house lights were turned back on and dimmed for the audience to mingle, enjoy their drinks, discuss, and dance and bob to the music.

Phoenyx slipped into a simple and elegant form-fitting black satin dress, with slits up the side that went all the way up to the sides of her hips, a pearl choker clasped around her slender neck as her hair was pulled back up and she slipped out to meander with some of her fans, taking pictures with them, chatting and flirting with the ones who were cute. She liked to maintain that connection, because if she didn't she might just float off into the heavens and forget what it was like to be a nobody with only idols to look up to.

It was in the midst of this idle chit chat that she happened to glance around the room and her gaze landed on a shimmer of scales, and her eyebrows raised as she recognized the form and pattern of another Kulshedra--something she didn't see often. Her breath caught in her throat--he was huge--and she politely excused herself from the conversation when she could and swam through the crowd with the grace she carried on the stage as she found the lavender man and the human he was sitting with.

"Good evening boys, mind if I join you for a drink?" She purred, her martini glass held delicately in her gloved fingertips.


**For those confused, Phoenyx spent the latter half of her performance in a giant martini glass similar to Dita Von Teese.

Draconian:
Lavender hadn't really noticed when his mouth had gone dry. Or that he was swallowing compulsively because he was drooling. Was his mouth dry or was he drooling. He took a deep breath and watched her splash around. Felt his heart bump and beat and throb through his system. His focus was predatory and he just... Watched. Wished he could lick the water off of her because he knew she'd go get a towel and dry off.

His lower lip was pulled into his mouth and he chewed on it impatiently once the girls number was done. Eyes darting around because he needed to see her again. Fuck. Lavender was a little scared of himself because his heart was already pounding and he was on high alert. Staring at beautiful Kulshedra literally just doing her job was like some drug and he was immediately addicted to it.

Not knowing when she would be back or if she was performing again, his attention was on the stage and when the voice chirped, his eyes zero'd in on the beautiful creature and a good portion of the blood in his body went right to his dick. Lavender's mouth went dry and he dropped it open - and made no point in hiding said intruding friend. Luckily for him - unluckily maybe because what if she didn't notice it? - he was wearing his civilian clothes, which were dark jeans and a loose shirt.

Lavender stood up to be polite, his eyes on hers while he just... Stared.

"Please join us," He purred out, eyes hooded and bringing his drink to his lip to sip it. A pause and he took a few steps closer, looking down at the girl. Woman? Woman. Fire she was tiny. He could pick her up, toss her over his shoulder and... Lavender purred, pupils blowing wide as his brain trailed off. "How are you this evening?" He said softly, moving closer to make himself seem bigger. Stronger. "Your dance was..." Lavender smiled softly, making sure to keep his cheeks and face more human than usual, "Beautiful. You're a work of art." A tilt of his head and he held out his free hand, "My name is Lavender, and you are...?"

Cheesigator:
The moment those brilliant blue eyes landed on her she felt as if the spotlight had just been turned on her again; her heart raced a little, and while she didn't know it, subconsciously she picked up on his scent as it mingled with all the other dozens in the room, and it made her heart race just a little bit faster, though she was unaware why.

When he stood up it drew her attention to two things: First, yeah he was huge, good gods. And second, as her gaze slid over him she became keenly aware that he wasn't the only one standing to attention to meet her.

If anything it was a refreshing reminder that she was in a public setting, he was a patron of the establishment, and she really shouldn't be letting her jaw just drop willy nilly at every gorgeous hunk of a Kulshedra that walked in here. Though... It certainly wasn't something she'd had a problem with before. Hell, half the time she couldn't care less if they were Kulshedra or not, as much as she did want to learn more about that side of herself, the culture she never got to partake in--he was just... Different. She couldn't quite place a finger on it, and she didn't really feel the need to try.

He invited her to join them and moved to stand closer so she really had to crane her neck up to look at him, and if what he was going for was looking big, strong, and intimidating, then it was definitely working--a few of the other clubgoers gave him paranoid glances and awkwardly shuffled away, creating a bubble of space around them as if they really were the only ones in the room, and the longer she looked into his eyes the more she felt that way. She wasn't scared at all; she merely gave him a coy smile, dropping her gaze briefly for humility's sake as she nodded and accepted his compliment.

"Thank you, I've worked very hard on it. And I'd have to say, I'm wonderful--although my night sure just got a lot more interesting. It's not often that we get big guys like you in here." She let her gaze travel over him again, noticing he definitely had the big muscles to go with the big stature and the big... Package. Nice. Very nice.

"Phoenyx," She responded as she delicately placed her hand in his, tilting her head as she licked her lip and smirked. "But you can call me Fire Opal. Either, or, or both, whichever you like.~"

When the opportunity was provided she sat in one of the empty chairs at their table, somewhat kitty-corner to Lavender as he sat down. She crossed one leg elegantly over the other at the knee, the split in her dress shifting to show off quite a bit of those iridescent legs, wearing those high heels again as she sat with her back elegantly curved and straight, shoulders back as if she were royalty, like she'd trained to be.

"I don't recall seeing you here before, unless if I'm mistaken in which case I apologize." She purred, taking another sip of her martini to polish it off before setting it down on the table. "Enjoying the atmosphere, or perhaps enjoying time off of work?" She inquired with a curious head tilt, that look glimmering in her eyes knowing full well the effect she had on the other Kulshedra, though that was implying he was ineffective on her--which definitely wasn't the case.

It was a little hard to tell if it was the alcohol making her feel warm and tingly all over, some of those tingles rushing right south, or if that was the thrill of meeting such a handsome guy who seemed to be so intrigued by her, or maybe it was a bit of both. She decided to think of it as a bit of both.

Draconian:
When she'd offered her hand in greeting, Lavender took it, pressing his lips to her knuckles. Breathing in her scent that just made him ache and pulse. Why did they have to come here right after work? A brief glance to his coworker who had a smarmy smirk on his face that Lav wanted to punch off.

Everyone had seemingly noticed his little stiff problem. Not that he thought it was a problem. Gentle advertising. He had totallg preened quietly in his head when she'd glanced down. Then again, nothing about him was small. She didn't smell afraid though, so that was good news.

"My coworker comes here, said there was an act with a beautiful woman in it like me," he motioned to the scales on his face before looked at hers. Fuck she was beautiful. Perfect. "I had to see myself. This is my first visit," he smiled leaning back in his chair and finishing his drink, enjoying the lingerkng buzz.

"So far it's just a few things shy of being unforgettable," he grinned wide and glancdd down and away, playing shy. "Do you do more than one number?" his voice took on a purr, "I'd really like to watch you dance again, watching you made the whole room stop existing."

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