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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>The normal WUBWUBWUB coming from the nightclub, a place normally full of sounds and dancing, within most are still, looking up at a stage. Normally chaotic and full of lewdity, it seems some messure of order has been restored. Tables of a kind set up by using the debre, places to sit, something that remains the same is that almost everyone inside is nude. An announce approaches the stage, "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen! We have assmbled here for something very special tonight!" announces an otter, cock throbbing softly before him.<br> <br>The normal occurance of the wub wubs certainly caught many of ears, but when it disappears? It catches much more when the routine is broken. Anbessa seems easilly curious as the talakai male pads into the area. Bright silver eyes gazing around the quieter than normal club, the man seems prepared for the worst as he seems to just be holding onto a spear on his back, which is nicely strapped in. Though he does take pause at the Otter, trying not to look down at the critter's bits as he resists his natural Talakai instinct.<br> <br>The few times Dio ever took a visit over at the nightclub were filled with nothing but loud music and crazy partying ferals and other party-goers mixed with a dense sea of various musks. And with such, the lioness tended to avoid the establishment on her daily walks. But this walk yielded something strange. No music! Could there have been a mass shooting? A mass mellowing? Either way, it warranted investigation. With her trusty shotgun strapped to her back, the lioness makes her way in and observes the surroundings, confirming the non-partying within. Not wanting to draw too much attention, she takes a spot near the back and observes quietly.<br> <br>Miora walks into the club with Anbessa, nodding to Dio and deciding to stay back with him for the time being, more of a healer rather than a fighter. She idly keeps to herself for the time being, not so shy about being nude as she had on only her scarf, her satchel and her glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose. Spotting Dio though she looks to Anbessa "I am gonna go hang back with Dio." she says calmly, the husky can heal over a range, and deciding that perhaps staying back with him was better incase any sort of violence started, the husky a very good healer and support, but not much for actual fighting. As she approached Dio she gives a lil nod and wave to the new female. "Hey hun, mind if I stay here with you?" she asks, holding only her nomral medkit as she stood next to him, pausing a moment the short husky wonders what weapon she would use if she had one.<br> <br>Arano wasn't much of a partygoer, and thus he never really spent a lot of time at the nightclub. He had heard of it of course, been there a couple of times, and knew it tended to be very loud but otherwise failed to pay it any mind. Of course, his training taught him to watch for sudden and unexplained changes... and sudden silence from what should be loud and annoying was definently a big change. Being curious, the large solar dragon decided to make his way over, rifle strapped to his back (not that it would do much good in the tight confines of the club... unless his objective were to literally bring the house down of course!). He poked inside, sporting his casual wear, and noticed that it was... well, quiet, orderly, and very not feral, which struck him as unusual. He finds himself a spot near the back as well, observing the situation to see if he could spot anybody familiar... hrm, where had he seen that lioness before? He didn't really say anything, figuring it best to quietly observe for now...<br> <br>Cerris never went to the club for the music. He'd been asked to run a sting operation undercover here before and as such he had a rough and tumble appearance that was nothing like his usual military atire for just this occassion. A tough man in tough clothing that shows up for the ambience and the ass, nothing more. |
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| + | "Tha fuck is this shit bitch boi? Go jack off in the corner and start the show or turn tha fuckin music back on, I got rat pussy in the corner to play stink finger with then sniff when the lights dim." | ||
| + | <br> <br>Cookies enters the club with a slight stumble as she passes through the doors, cursing quietly to herself. She doesn't look right, bags under her eyes, otherwise pampered hair frazzled, and despite it all she looks a little... too sober. She gives the crowd a good look-over. When she sees Dio, she nearly turns right around, but staggers her way closer in anyway- she was only here to relax, although as her odds-defying crappy luck would have it something was OF-COURSE up and drawing attention. All eyes are on the otter, and so now hers are as well.<br> <br>At the urging of Cerris the otter continues on, "Tonight we have something special! A compatetion! A dance off if you will, here in the nightclub, with the winners getting their choice of prize! We have..." then some silence, "We have...." some more silence, "ROBERT! That's your cue!" A plump tigress, very female, breasts bigger then her swollen belly, waddles out, "Sorry Patricia, I.. got a little distracted." she says, the dripping at the pussy's pussy denoting what she was distracted doing. She then pulls from off stage a cart, "We have," Robert takes the cloth off the first item, "A Rabbit Pill! Much saught after for those days where you just want on person fucking on you all day. Next we have," another cloth moved, "A pack of Male and Female Mojos! Almost as good as the Rabbit Pill, this pack of six each is sure to keep you and yours going for a long time. Finally," the last cloth is moved to... a book? Most just stare at is, "Really? This is the last thing you could come up with? What is it?" Robert whispers to Patricia, "Well.. alright, lastly we have the complete series of The Lord of The Rings, carefuly perserved, sealed in a glass case. You are encouraged to team up for the compatition, the person or pair that gets the most reaction from the audiance will get to pick one of our lovely prizes! Do I have any volunters!?"<br> <br>Anbessa raises an eyebrow over at Cerris curiously. He certainly remembers the voice, which makes him smirk as this easilly makes Cerris' disguise moot to him, but he ain't gonna blow the guy's cover over what happened last time... Even if it is tempting. He does seem to quietly observe the mocha kitty and Dio though as his tail sways behind him, letting the room fill with a delightful flowery scent as he stands with his arms crossed. He obviously ain't volunteering, the Talakai spacing out for a moment as he reminices on something a while back... Makes him wish he was human so he COULD dance though.<br> <br>Dio looks towards the door as various and familiar agents begin filing through, most likely drawn by the same thing she was, unless they simply loved to party and she didn't know. Hearing a rather small husky address her, the lioness smiles and nods her head at Miora. "I would be honored, ma'am. It's wonderful to see you again." And then his little cat girl came in, but why did she look so timid? Such will have to be investigated later. Listening to the proposal, the lioness lets out a rather large laugh and starts moving towards Cookies. "Do you hear that, my lady? A dance contest, but..." She bends down and whispers something into Cookies' ear before raising her hand to the sky. "We would like to enter, my beautiful cat girl and I." | ||
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The normal WUBWUBWUB coming from the nightclub, a place normally full of sounds and dancing, within most are still, looking up at a stage. Normally chaotic and full of lewdity, it seems some messure of order has been restored. Tables of a kind set up by using the debre, places to sit, something that remains the same is that almost everyone inside is nude. An announce approaches the stage, "Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen! We have assmbled here for something very special tonight!" announces an otter, cock throbbing softly before him.
The normal occurance of the wub wubs certainly caught many of ears, but when it disappears? It catches much more when the routine is broken. Anbessa seems easilly curious as the talakai male pads into the area. Bright silver eyes gazing around the quieter than normal club, the man seems prepared for the worst as he seems to just be holding onto a spear on his back, which is nicely strapped in. Though he does take pause at the Otter, trying not to look down at the critter's bits as he resists his natural Talakai instinct.
The few times Dio ever took a visit over at the nightclub were filled with nothing but loud music and crazy partying ferals and other party-goers mixed with a dense sea of various musks. And with such, the lioness tended to avoid the establishment on her daily walks. But this walk yielded something strange. No music! Could there have been a mass shooting? A mass mellowing? Either way, it warranted investigation. With her trusty shotgun strapped to her back, the lioness makes her way in and observes the surroundings, confirming the non-partying within. Not wanting to draw too much attention, she takes a spot near the back and observes quietly.
Miora walks into the club with Anbessa, nodding to Dio and deciding to stay back with him for the time being, more of a healer rather than a fighter. She idly keeps to herself for the time being, not so shy about being nude as she had on only her scarf, her satchel and her glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose. Spotting Dio though she looks to Anbessa "I am gonna go hang back with Dio." she says calmly, the husky can heal over a range, and deciding that perhaps staying back with him was better incase any sort of violence started, the husky a very good healer and support, but not much for actual fighting. As she approached Dio she gives a lil nod and wave to the new female. "Hey hun, mind if I stay here with you?" she asks, holding only her nomral medkit as she stood next to him, pausing a moment the short husky wonders what weapon she would use if she had one.
Arano wasn't much of a partygoer, and thus he never really spent a lot of time at the nightclub. He had heard of it of course, been there a couple of times, and knew it tended to be very loud but otherwise failed to pay it any mind. Of course, his training taught him to watch for sudden and unexplained changes... and sudden silence from what should be loud and annoying was definently a big change. Being curious, the large solar dragon decided to make his way over, rifle strapped to his back (not that it would do much good in the tight confines of the club... unless his objective were to literally bring the house down of course!). He poked inside, sporting his casual wear, and noticed that it was... well, quiet, orderly, and very not feral, which struck him as unusual. He finds himself a spot near the back as well, observing the situation to see if he could spot anybody familiar... hrm, where had he seen that lioness before? He didn't really say anything, figuring it best to quietly observe for now...
Cerris never went to the club for the music. He'd been asked to run a sting operation undercover here before and as such he had a rough and tumble appearance that was nothing like his usual military atire for just this occassion. A tough man in tough clothing that shows up for the ambience and the ass, nothing more.
Or at least that is the image he portrays as he lurks in the crowd, shoving aside other mutants so that he can get to the front of the throng, those that protest being threatened with either a spiked or burning palm to the face and then shoved away.
"Tha fuck is this shit bitch boi? Go jack off in the corner and start the show or turn tha fuckin music back on, I got rat pussy in the corner to play stink finger with then sniff when the lights dim."
Cookies enters the club with a slight stumble as she passes through the doors, cursing quietly to herself. She doesn't look right, bags under her eyes, otherwise pampered hair frazzled, and despite it all she looks a little... too sober. She gives the crowd a good look-over. When she sees Dio, she nearly turns right around, but staggers her way closer in anyway- she was only here to relax, although as her odds-defying crappy luck would have it something was OF-COURSE up and drawing attention. All eyes are on the otter, and so now hers are as well.
At the urging of Cerris the otter continues on, "Tonight we have something special! A compatetion! A dance off if you will, here in the nightclub, with the winners getting their choice of prize! We have..." then some silence, "We have...." some more silence, "ROBERT! That's your cue!" A plump tigress, very female, breasts bigger then her swollen belly, waddles out, "Sorry Patricia, I.. got a little distracted." she says, the dripping at the pussy's pussy denoting what she was distracted doing. She then pulls from off stage a cart, "We have," Robert takes the cloth off the first item, "A Rabbit Pill! Much saught after for those days where you just want on person fucking on you all day. Next we have," another cloth moved, "A pack of Male and Female Mojos! Almost as good as the Rabbit Pill, this pack of six each is sure to keep you and yours going for a long time. Finally," the last cloth is moved to... a book? Most just stare at is, "Really? This is the last thing you could come up with? What is it?" Robert whispers to Patricia, "Well.. alright, lastly we have the complete series of The Lord of The Rings, carefuly perserved, sealed in a glass case. You are encouraged to team up for the compatition, the person or pair that gets the most reaction from the audiance will get to pick one of our lovely prizes! Do I have any volunters!?"
Anbessa raises an eyebrow over at Cerris curiously. He certainly remembers the voice, which makes him smirk as this easilly makes Cerris' disguise moot to him, but he ain't gonna blow the guy's cover over what happened last time... Even if it is tempting. He does seem to quietly observe the mocha kitty and Dio though as his tail sways behind him, letting the room fill with a delightful flowery scent as he stands with his arms crossed. He obviously ain't volunteering, the Talakai spacing out for a moment as he reminices on something a while back... Makes him wish he was human so he COULD dance though.
Dio looks towards the door as various and familiar agents begin filing through, most likely drawn by the same thing she was, unless they simply loved to party and she didn't know. Hearing a rather small husky address her, the lioness smiles and nods her head at Miora. "I would be honored, ma'am. It's wonderful to see you again." And then his little cat girl came in, but why did she look so timid? Such will have to be investigated later. Listening to the proposal, the lioness lets out a rather large laugh and starts moving towards Cookies. "Do you hear that, my lady? A dance contest, but..." She bends down and whispers something into Cookies' ear before raising her hand to the sky. "We would like to enter, my beautiful cat girl and I."
