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nemo gmt he/him ageless Offline 3 | 3 | 3 nemo#3404
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The most exclusive fetish club in Diarkis is throwing an eclipse-themed party in the lavish apartment of a rich Imera in Westend. Don't worry: what happens here, stays here... but the bruises might last a while.
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feelix cst he / him / his 24 Offline 3, 3, 3 feelix #1034
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Henry was... well, he wasn't invited to things like this as often as he might like. He had only recently inserted himself back into this underground world as visibly as he was in the past six months. It felt strange, if only because he had dipped from the radar for a few years. It was safer that way - especially after what happened six years ago.

But, now, well... he had been invited to something that intrigued him as much as it was risky. West End and Imera, even in the BDSM community, was an entirely different beast from the munches he might have found on nightcycle of late. However, it would have been rude to deny this particular woman his presence, especially given the connection that she had offered him into the world of the daycycle. He knew better than to seem rude to them, as he so carefully did have to tread on this aspect of his world.

At least party favors weren't expected of him - though he had brought them anyway and dropped them off. They weren't his problem any more if they were found at all.

He found himself moving through the party, vaguely wishing that he had gotten someone to come with him - anyone, really. It was such a pity that most of the people he might have liked to come with probably weren't so lucky to be untagged, as precious few people he actually cared about where daycycle. Still, he looked perhaps more at home than he might have normally. It helped, he supposed, that he had been here before at similar parties, even in a similar corset, skirt, and boots like he sported now. He'd wore a jacket and basketball shorts underneath just in case he felt like changing. He knew it wasn't the most sexual thing he could wear but, if he was being honest... He didn't intend to have anyone do anything to him today, even here.

They'd have to earn that first, and he wasn't sure anyone could be that talented.

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This post has been edited by Henry Godfrey: Sep 8 2017, 06:56 AM
mal gmt/gmt+1 she/her 25 Offline 3 | 3 | 3 mal#4187
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No matter what horrible things Lykofos did and what blood-curdling rumors spread through the day- and night cycle population alike, there were always people who thought that no atrocious, brutal act mattered quite as much as their very sexual arousal evoked by the mere sight of a uniform. Sasha had learned a long time ago that there was no violence too extreme for a certain kind of people as long as the ones committing it were young and good-looking. One smile was all it took to make them come up with excuses and justifications or straight up dismiss the ugly truth as unfounded gossip.

There was a particular type of Imera who excelled at that. The rich and influent whose wealth was an impenetrable armor and who liked to flirt with danger as long as they remained convinced that no true harm would come to them. Those were the people who listened to the stories of Lykofos night-time brutality with wide eyes and red splotches on their cheeks because they could justify it as lawful subjugation of the lesser men, and the descriptions of gore were only that: stories. Like passages from a book. Something exciting exactly because it would never truly be a part of their sheltered lives.

The faces of evil, too, were not without meaning. The older officers who usually interacted with the inhabitants of Westend represented the stone-cold but stable and reliable structure of the military organization that kept the world carefully organized and therefore safe for the rich Imera. Sasha had neither the age nor the rank to fall back on that image, so he had been relying on his youth and appearance to charm those whose almost-friendship he could benefit from the most.

It was a lot like trying to turn a wild scorpion into a domesticated pet that could be shown off during dinner parties. Sasha had no sympathy for such foolish ignorance.

Especially when it allowed him access to places he would never have otherwise been let into, even if he flashed his badge at the person put in charge of guarding the door. Granted, gatherings like these rarely caught his attention. For all of his sadistic tendencies, Alexei was largely turned off by the structure that the BDSM scene demanded of whoever wanted to participate in it; he was also not interested in the rules and boundaries it promoted. He was not someone any submissive should trust and, more importantly, he did not aspire to be.

But when he had finally tracked the new emotion dealer down and learned through a mutual acquaintance that the man would be attending this party, Sasha had done whatever he could to receive an invitation of his own. Not that it had taken much: one of the host's friends was very into the uniform look.

He had turned up in his civilian clothes rather than the Lykofos attire. Half of the people here would have thought it was a costume and the other half would believe it was real, and way too many of them would want to see what type of a dominant a soldier could make. At least, that had been Sasha's assumption -- one that he did not want to put to test while he had a very clear goal in mind.

He had been watching the dealer for a while. The man looked different than what Sasha had expected, but then again, perhaps a certain dose of weirdness was required of someone whose offer included such... unconventional drugs. While Sasha was distinctly not intimidated, however, he knew better than to underestimate the dealer based simply on his looks.

It wasn't like he was preparing for a confrontation, anyway. Alexei, at this point, had no personal issue with this man and, frankly, what he was after this time was just information. Nothing more and nothing less.

He grabbed two glasses of scotch and excused himself from his current company to finally approach Henry. "For someone dressed like that," he started, offering the man one of the drinks, "You look pretty disinterested in what I think is the main purpose of this gathering." Then again, if Henry had noticed him in the crowd -- though Sasha hoped he hadn't -- he would have seen him turn down a person or two as well. "Name's Alex, by the way." It wasn't often that he introduced himself using that alias, but he figured that Sasha would have been too obvious on the off chance that Darius had ever mentioned their petty rivalry to his business partners.

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Henry paused as a man approached him. He didn't look familiar, but that didn't mean all that much. He hadn't really started attending these kinds of things again until rather recently. For all the knew, the man who was approaching him was an interested regular attendee. He was pretty good looking, but Henry did tend to find most people rather good looking in general. That didn't change that he never intended to do more than maybe flirt or talk with anyone here.

Still, he took the drink that was offered. The man hadn't given him a reason to be rude or to be suspicious - except for, of course, being awake during the day time. But then, wasn't Henry also awake right now? "Thank you." He said, the response gentle and genuine. No one needed to bring him a drink to get his attention, even here... but he certain appreciated the sentiment.

"I felt like dressing a little more today and, well, I was planning on coming here so..." He waved his free hand nonchalantly, as if to say that it just worked out that way, which was more or less true. He just felt like wearing a corset and skirt today and no one could tell him that he shouldn't. "If nothing else, I could see if I looked any good in it." He said with a shrug before sipping carefully at the scotch in his hand. "My name's Henry. Nice to meet you." Henry was always raised to have impeccably good manners, all else aside.

"Been to parties like this before?" It was always worth asking, especially since it did give him a good gauge on what someone was like - at least, if they were honest about it.

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"The pleasure's all mine."

The man was surprisingly well-mannered for a dealer -- or maybe not so surprisingly, considering the fact that he was no ordinary drug seller. The substances that he distributed, and Sasha was fairly certain emotions-in-a-bottle were not the only thing on the menu, definitely made him stand out among the crooks whose offers were limited to good old crack or weed or whatever else it was people dosed themselves with. The Lykofos, despite his drinking habits and a nicotine addiction, had never gotten into drugs of any sort.

Not willingly, at least. He was still unaware of the fact that Enzo had been dropping love potion into their food for quite a while now.

The love potion that he was undoubtedly getting from Henry. At this point, Sasha was certain that the man in front of him was the infamous emotions dealer -- and he was going to broach that topic at some point. But, of course, he could not do that right away. That would be just plain rude and Sasha could be quite polite when he wanted to be.

"You do look good in it," he confirmed, giving Henry a fleeting smile before taking a sip of his own drink. "Objectively." It wasn't exactly Sasha's style or even a kink, but that didn't matter. After all, he was not interested in flirting with Henry and he supposed a corset and a skirt did not mess with the man's ability to explain a thing or two about drugs to a curious stranger.

First, however, it seemed that he would need to answer some questions of his own. The one Henry had just asked him was harmless enough and Sasha saw no reason to lie. "Once or twice. I'm not a regular." Neither was the dealer, probably, if he had to ask. Sasha wondered why that might be. Between Henry's attire and his job, the sniper didn't really suspect him of being a very vanilla man. "If you want honesty, I'm not that much into the whole... thing." He made sure that there was no judgment in his eyes as he looked Henry over. It wasn't even that hard since Sasha didn't feel in any way repulsed, just indifferent. "Not like you, probably. Something tells me this isn't your first time here, huh?"

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There was something interesting in the way the man spoke. Objectively... Something about the tone told him that the compliment wasn't something that meant nothing, so much as he was being careful to keep Henry from taking a much more flirtatious route with this interaction. It wasn't needed, of course, as he wasn't really looking to entertain others in such a way this day.

As the man spoke, he didn't sense dishonesty or repulsion from him. If anything, he wondered if the man felt anything at all about this life. If he did, he would be obvious, usually anyway. Repulsion and judgement were some of the hardest emotions to hide, especially when someone was so entrenched in the thing that would repulse them. This party? It definitely would fall under that, even if it was not quite as crazy as it could be... yet.

It was odd, though. Usually someone who was here was at least... interested or curious. But then, those were easier ones to hide and he knew more than a few people who didn't want to express those things, if only because they feared being judged for being inexperienced or, worse yet, being taken advantage of because of their inexperience. The latter seemed much more common for those who had... similar preferences to his own, especially similar life experiences.

He tried not to seem like he was reading the man as he spoke - with probably at least good success on that attempt.

Still, he saw no reason to lie. He sipped at the drink carefully, the heat and sting on his lips rolling down his tongue and into his mouth in that familiar, seductive way that only alcohol seemed to have. "I've been here before, though it's been awhile since my last time. I'm... generally speaking very familiar, but I've been busy lately." He wondered if his curiosity would kill him like it did cats, but really... why would the man say he didn't have interest if he didn't at least expect a question about it, and potentially even was prepared for it already. "If I may ask, why are you here if you're not that interested?" His words were markedly gentle, however, as if it would be easy to refuse to answer the question.

It wasn't really his business, was it?

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