Open Social The Sith are back in town

[Darth Arcanos]

Watching Trael get flustered drew out a chuckle even as he danced. He threw his head back, staring up at the lights above that accented his radiant, crimson skin. The black tattoos were a sharp contrast against the red, and the way he moved flattered every bit of him. Azar briefly glanced up to spot Trael remove his jacket, leaving him shirtless. Azar was wholly focused on the dance, catching Trodai’s gaze upon the stage in the distance to give him a wink as well.

He did another twirl and came around to spot Trael as he hastily grabbed a bottle of cold water. Azar channeled the Force in his own unique way and Trael would notice the water slowly forming a few cubes of ice. An ice cube rose up from the bottle and floated over to Azar. He was angled upside down, his legs wrapped around the pole with his hand extended out to receive the cube in his hand. He spun around and let it dance between his graceful fingers before he came around to stand again.

With a smirk on his lips, Azar made a show of dragging the ice cube down the length of his bare torso. He kept going till it teased right below his navel, almost dipping down below his waistline, but no further. He swayed and danced the whole time, dragging it up to his lips to kiss it before he tossed the ice cube right back towards Trael. It would float over and sink back into that bottle of water, accompanied with a flirty laugh from Azar as he went right back to his dance performance.

@Javier esschoolbus

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael was attentively taking in Azar’s as he danced. The lights coupled with the dance moves made him look better than when he was sitting next to him. Though Azar was slender and athletically built it still surprised Trael in the ways he moved his body. His bottle had finally been brought out.

As he went to drink it the top of the water had formed into cubes of ice drawing a confused look from him. It was then that one of the cubes floated out of the bottle. He followed it as it went to Azar and danced in his fingers. He then began sliding the cube down his body as he danced. Stopping just shy of going past his waistline before it began making its return journey.

While he was watching this display he began to sweat a bit. Pulling up the arm of the jacket to dab himself off. Azar then brought the ice cube up to his lips kissing it. He then floated it back into the bottle. Trael looked into the bottle then made eye contact with Azar as he chugged the drink. Still sweating he once again dabbed himself of sweat and ordered a shot.

@Sreeya

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

As Trodai continued singing, the wink from Azar very nearly got him to lose his focus and mess the song up, for he was not at all expecting to get such a wink. Especially from one so powerful and...toned. Those tattoos were marvellous. Caught somewhat off-guard he was flustered for a moment. At seeing Azar twirl around like he and the pole were one entity and he a natural, thoughts he had never experienced or thought before crossed over. It shocked Trodai that such a thing could be invoked in him from looking at another man. Was that jealousy he felt? Admiration for the physical specimen he was. A thousand thoughts spiralled in his mind.

Why did he think that! Was chief among them. It was unexpected and shook him a moment.

And yet he didn't hate the feelings invoked. Somehow deep inside, he always knew he liked variety, he just denied it. Was this just a confirmation of something long denied, something hidden. Something considered a taboo among their culture that he knew he shouldn't be indulging. He was unsure. And yet he allowed it at this moment...he wasn't sure what to do. He was confused and confounded, his head going a hundred miles an hour. He was a warrior and shouldn't be like this. He needed to be strong, to show no such emotion. But it was hard not too. Beads of sweat started to drip, yet he continued through like the warrior he was. Singing.

He would need to think and decide on how to handle these new feelings and thoughts brought on by a simple wink and a dance later. Those feelings invoked about another man. For this would change things, especially with his brother. He would see another time if it was just a fluke or meant something more to be explored with others and explore the limits of who he was. What he was. But for now, he would have fun and enjoy himself despite the initial beginning of the night.

And so he smiled, hiding the conflict that had been awoken. Like a thunderbolt.

@Javier esschoolbus @Sreeya

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi felt themselves swept off their feet before landing hard on top of someone else, head spinning from both the movement and the lingering aftereffects of their previous stupor. They lay there dazed for a moment, silently cursing their luck at this disgusting place. Being so low to the ground, the stench of mixed fluids and whatever the hell else was around had begun assaulting their nose to a nauseating degree they hadn't noticed before amidst their rage-induced crusade.

The Tiefling rolled over to get up, only to find themselves staring straight at Caerllion's below them with their breasts hovering inches above his face. Ayomi's face heated up with noticeable speed as their eyes widened, momentarily frozen as they stared into the Annfyn's onyx eyes. A mere moment felt like an eternity of anxiety and embarrassment before they pushed up and stood on their feet, eyes frantically searching the room. That was it, this was done. This was plenty of party for now.

"S-sorry Caer I've got to uhh... my apprentice is here somewhere, I should find them, I've got to go..."

Ayomi stuttered to the Annfyn Sith before heading off in the direction they'd seen their minute apprentice get tossed as if she'd been weightless. They quickly left Caer behind and made their way to the bar, observing as their apprentice appeared to be giggling uncontrollably with massively dilated eyes. Fantastic, she was blasted. The Tiefling used the force to raise the Mandalorian's body up and over the counter, dragging her away from the alcohol and the haze of drug smoke. As much as they'd like to just leave her here, the girl was Ayomi's responsibility now and they weren't going to be seen losing their apprentice after such a short amount of time. They sighed tossing the hallucinating Feifi over their shoulder as they made their way for the exit.

@LouJoVi @Hastur
/attempted thread exit if Feifi allows it

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr lay in the stall, comfortably adjusted against the wall, cigara in hand and fulfilled. She'd felt a powerful difference between the two men. Azar finished and discarded, practically placing her ass on the floor before walking over it, whereas Karys had come back to check in on her. As contradictory as it was, both were satisfying outcomes in her mind.

Hearing the door close as Azar departed, and the footsteps of Karys returning briefly, she looked up at him with a playful smirk as he pestered her with a string of caring questions. "Give a girl a moment, will you? I'm not certain my legs work." The images of moments ago lingering on her mind, drawing a curt smile as she glanced around for her items of clothing. Spotting the dress, she stood up relieved before shamelessly turning the water back on while he stood there, splashing her face under its cold jet.

"So how long have you two been a thing?" She asked directly, in between scrubbing her face. It seemed that she hadn't been the only one keeping secrets about coming out. Before long, the water ceased as she switched the lever off, pulling a long white towel off the adjacent wall to herself. "And why didn't you tell me earlier?" All those missed opportunities.

Even knowing where her dress was, it took a few more moments to locate the heels. The same couldn't be said for her black lacy panties, seemingly lost to the void. Though, considering the new additional holes through them, perhaps that was for the best.

Once a bit drier, she slipped back into the tight cute dress and heels from earlier, which had thankfully avoided the splash zone thus far. Walking back over to Karys, she offered him a cigara as she lit another up herself as they started to make their exit. "Feel free to call, either or both of you." She said with a wink, as she pushed the door open back to the party outside.

 

[Feifi Candorus]

The entire time her master was extracting her drunk, high, and giggling self, feifi points to her masters former partner.

"Are you two togetherrrrrrrrr, you look so cuteeee!"

The mandalorian continues to giggle while her ass is dragged away.

//Thread exit with @René

 

[Caerllion of Cyfnos]

While he watched the metal tray sliding away, Caerllion felt movement on his lap. Ayomi was trying to get in a better position so they could rise from the floor. For his surprise, he ended up with Ayomi’s breast hovering in front of him. The sight wasn’t bad at all.

Then, they stared at each other's eyes. The Tiefling was getting flustered again and the Annfyn immediately thought that they would look cute all the time that it happened. “I understand. Maybe we can see each other again, without a certain unpleasant Pureblood and his cohort.” he stared at Mjan, controlling himself to not throw a bolt of energy at him.

There would be better opportunities for that.
He would simply wave a good-bye to Ayomi, not going to kiss their hand while his mouth was still covered by blood. Then he rushed to the refresher, where he would do some damage control and find some clothes, perhaps contacting the spaceport so they could pick something for him in his ship.

To his surprise, a Neimoidian had materialized with a stall of clothes next to the entrance of the bathroom. When Caerllion asked what it was, the Neimoidian said that the nightclub decided to help his customers by selling clothes to everyone that was covered in shit and vomit, obviously under a friendly price. He wondered where all the clothes came from. Or they were deciding to open a shop or they served the damned burritos on purpose to cause this same reaction and profit over it.

The last seemed to make more sense.

After fighting his way through a crowd of desperate individuals for a shower, cleaning himself and throwing his pants in a trash can, Caerllion left the bathroom wearing his new clothes. He walked toward where Azar and Trael were, ordering himself a drink.

@René @Sreeya @Javier esschoolbus

 

[Karys]

Karys smirked at Cyu’s quip. <Like I was saying, you’re welcome.> He teased, a small grin forming on his lips. Karys would be unpacking the rest of his new clothes when Cyu got up to wash herself off at the sink. His eyes scanned her body for the first time without the filter of desire.

There were countless scars, some tiny and others larger. She’d clearly suffered something horrendous. Karys didn’t comment on it, but his smile faded slightly.

His attention was pulled from examining her lithe frame when she spoke again. His attention would flicker up to her face before he pulled his shirt over his head. Karys’ gaze turned from her and to the floor, he chuckled and shook his head at her line of questioning.

<It doesn’t really matter, does it?> He replied with a shrug.

Karys knew the stigma that surrounded relationships like his that formed during training. He wasn’t a fool and he wouldn’t allow Azar or his own name to be smudged like that. He viewed Cyu as his friend but there were somethings that he just couldn’t and wouldn’t tell her.

When Cyu offered him a cigara, he’d part his lips to wordlessly accept. While she lit his cigara Karys’ hand would slide down her side to the hem of her dress and gently pull, he tugged out a tiny wrinkle he’d noticed.

<There, now you look fabulous.> He told her as he took his first drag on the cigara.

As the pair left the stall and refresher, Cyu made her proposition. Karys let out a bark of mirthful laughter in reply. <You sure your legs can handle that Cyu?> He teased. <I’d hate for you to bite off more than they can chew!> He playfully commented before giving her a wink of confirmation.

Karys would walk out and into the club, his arm wrapped around Cyu’s waist. His mood had entirely turned around, how couldn’t it? He’d just had a threesome after all. His eyes fell to Azar and the show he was putting on and he smiled in appreciation at his lover. He couldn’t wait to get him home and alone.

Then his golden gaze would scan the rest of his club, he’d notice Trodai practically gawking at Azar. He made a mental note to tease the other man later about it. Then his eyes spotted Trael and he nodded towards the man who sat away from him. <I’m going to have some fun, care to join?> He asked mischievously.

Karys’ gaze was locked onto Azar as he approached Trael. He took a long drag on his cigara as glanced down at the jacket covering the man’s lap. He’d pitched a tent it seems. Karys would smirk and playfully wink at Azar. Trael would feel the massive pawlike hands of Karys grip his shoulders suddenly before he whispered in his ear. The smoke billowing at each syllable.

“Hey, you bearded fuck.” He teased “You enjoying the view?” He continued playfully as his gaze turned to Azar. “I know I always do.” A smile touched his lips as he gazed at Azar.

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai looked on, still somewhat conflicted but for now settled. When Karys returned with Cyutadakr, hands around the waist it was obvious what had happened but he didn't care much. His thoughts were elsewhere, fighting themselves and trying to make sense of things. Although that wasn't to say there were no hints of a little jealousy. Any worth their salt would die for such a chance.

Briefly he closed his eyes, deciding to really put on a show he began singing again. A classic he knew from his travels. Something relevant and yet catchy. Something that spoke to the heart. During the performance, using telekinesis, microphone in hand he rose above the room, and encouraged people to clap and join with the lyrics. He was amused by the thought had he not been Sith singing was a possible career choice. But it wasn't something he wanted to do. Not really. This was just for entertainment.

A way to bond and make allies. And it appeared to be working.

@Sreeya @Apollyon @Javier esschoolbus @Mythos @Xorism

 

[Nevizkas]

Cyutadakyr rolled her eyes as big beef cakes with legs for days doubted her endurance. He'd been rather cryptic in some of his answers, but she'd give him a pass for now, all things considered. "Of course." She muttered when he suggested they continue the night with some fun, as vague as that was unintentionally.

Dipping down, she spotted several others, including Azar dancing and having the time of his life. Grabbing a drink as they got closer, a certain pureblood caught her eye as he started to sing. Truth be told, she didn't think he had it in him, but with everything within her, Cyu couldn't help but dance a little to the beat.

Once Trodai had finished, she waved him over for a moment. "You surprise me, Trodai." Her words were a genuine compliment, the first he'd likely heard from her. "But how's your dancing?" She said with a smirk, pointing to the pole beside Azar.

"I want to see you try, anyway." Holding her drink, she took a small sip.

@Apollyon @Akheron @Sreeya

 

[Mjan Adas iv Sadow]

Alone and oblivious to the rest of the world, Mjan lays upon the deficated bar top where his entourage find him fast asleep. With the Massassi brutes lifting his unconscious form, the group makes their way toward the exit.

Spoiler

/Exit attempt made

 

[Ayomi Jakarta]

Ayomi had made it back to one of the slightly less shady hotels in the city, getting Feifi (@Hastur) to lay down and drink her weight in water before locking the door to her room and heading to the refresher themselves to wash out the stink of that cursed party. Thankfully they hadn't been hit with the full force of vomit and shit like some others had, but even a little bit was too much. They stepped out and changed into something slightly more casual before realizing the grave mistake they'd made. Their shirt and jacket. They'd left it at the nightclub. Just when they'd started to settle down, they had to go back to the gathering of Sith because they'd made the mistake of wearing an outfit they actually liked a lot.

The Tiefling let out an exasperated groan, a Force-strengthened punch putting a hole in the wall of the hotel room they'd gotten next to Feifi's. Their night had already been ruined once at that place, and now they needed to go back there. At least the bill for that place wasn't coming out of their wallet. Resigned to their apparent fate, Ayomi instructed their cyber cat Friend to watch and make sure Feifi recovered, dropping the droid off in the girl's room before heading back towards the place where it all began.

They had very little trouble getting in, though unlike their first entrance the Tiefling was more irritable than shy or nervous. They walked quickly and with purpose, shoving through a few dancers to make their way back upstairs and look for the table they'd been sitting at with Caer when everything had gone down. There. Ayomi spotted their discarded tops on the cushioned booth behind the table, but unfortunately it was near the bar area where several of the other Sith had accumulated. The Potionsmaster (@Sreeya) was... poledancing? Their eyes lingered on the shirtless Pureblood a few moments longer than they probably should have, before they shook the intrusive thoughts from their head and assessed how best to avoid being noticed: Karys (@Apollyon) seemed to be talking to the party's host (@Javier esschoolbus) as the pair watched the dancing Azar with Caer (@LouJoVi) and his gorgeous black hair nearby, while Trodai (@Akheron) seemed distracted in a conversation with that Pureblood woman Ayomi had met earlier... Cyu-something (@Xorism)?

Good, they're all distracted. The Tiefling made a b-line for their abandoned clothes, hoping that any gods above had mercy and allowed them to pass through the party undetected; then again, given their luck so far tonight that seemed highly unlikely.

Spoiler: OOC

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

After he was finished singing, floating back down to the ground and stable as much a someone who had been drinking could be, the massassi headed to the bar for a quick drink. As he drunk, the fine wine slipping down his throat to quench the this at and his voice, he heard a familiar voice.

And then he saw Cyutadakr he half expected a insult or perhaps some quip but instead he was surprised with a compliment. Dipping his head in return, and accepting the compliment, he spoke even as she requested he dance. Somewhat surprised by the request, he laughed at first. But the. He realised she was serious. He wasn't one to deny a request of a lady, or as he was finding out anyone for that matter. So he decided to oblige, it wouldn't do no harm.

Perhaps in doing the dance he would see where his thoughts may lay.

"I think you will find I am full of many such surprises." He quipped. "As to a dance, I don't know, it's been a long time since I have been asked or tried. But who am I to deny a request of a lady when she asks it. It would be rude not to accept."

And so he gave her a nod, and placed his drink on a table along with his trench coat and top. If he was to do this best be prepared and be comfortable doing it. And with that notion and a final nod to Cyutadakr, he headed to the pole next to Azar.

Speaking only a moment.

"Enjoy the show mi'lady."

Making a flourishing bow before proceeding, he went to the pole. This was going to be interesting, he thought. Considering everything. Beginning, he began to dance as the music changed to follow suit. He bobbed his head to the music at first, before continuing and dancing away, oblivious to all else as he focused.

@Sreeya @Apollyon @Javier esschoolbus @Xorism @LouJoVi

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar felt like the king of his domain, strutting about around that pole. He made eye contact with Trael as he chugged that bottle. The sight drew out a playful laugh, and he was even further amused when his man showed up on the scene. The clothes were plain, but damn it if they didn’t look perfect on Karys’ chiseled form. Azar was spiraling on the pole and he blew a kiss towards Karys before flipping upside down again.

The song changed right as he briefly glanced over at Cyu (@Xorism ), flashing her a grin. Azar decided to continue tormenting Trael, spinning around so his very fine booty was facing him. He decided to start by arching his back, the light sheen of sweat on his brilliant, red skin. He started twerking to the music, working his way down towards the table. His hips swayed and gyrated to the rhythm, moments before he smoothly slid back up with grace.

Azar did another spin around the pole before walking over towards Karys and Trael. Instead of bothering to climb down, he sat down on the edge of the table where Trael was sitting. His legs were dangling on either side of Trael.

He snapped his fingers and ordered a blowjob shot, a rather popular drink he learned about out in the wider galaxy. Azar set the glass down in the very tiny space between his crotch and where Trael sat. He smirked down at the other man, “No hands,” He said simply, jutting his chin to command him to take the shot. Azar’s gaze flicked up to his man standing behind Trael, flashing a playful wink.

@Javier esschoolbus @Apollyon

 

[Anai Skhess]

Although she was used to sith parties being a bit saucier than usual by now, knowing how to put on a stoic face through it all, she also couldn't help but redden a little bit more than usual as she sat down and witnessed everything currently happening in front of her, between all the pole dancing from not one, but two sith purebloods, the people going around flirting with each other and the lack of clothes around there, it could hardly be helped. But it was fine, even if she was more prudish than most people here, she could allow herself to feast with her eyes a little bit, right?

However, in the distance, she noticed someone...A blue figure, trying to sneak in and out of the party (@René). While usually she would've simply let her go, the need to talk to someone that was a bit more cooled off made the Kaleesh raise her voice, a small smile on her lips as she raised an eyebrow at the Tiefling "Leaving already?" She asked out loud and innocently before taking a sip from a drink that had been put on Trael's tab, no doubt inadvertently applying the same social pressure on her she had been subjected to back when she tried to leave...Well, it was actually on purpose. If she didn't get to leave, no one did.

 

[Trael Osso-Drast]

Trael had been trying to regain some self control for a while now. The liquor and environment coupled with Azar's masterful working of the pole made that near impossible. Suddenly he felt some rather large hands clasp his shoulders. It was then he heard it, Karys voice, his body acted on instinct elbow moving to attack the man, but stopped just before contact. His tone was different much more playful this time.

His elbow had stopped just before the family jewels. The alcohol fully entering his system and the display made his inhibitions to disappear. Instead of immediately retracting it he used it to tease Karys slightly before moving it back in front of him. Just in time to see Azar turn his backside to him.

He watched in awe at the bootylicious man and dancing. Azar went low almost hitting the table before sliding his way back to the pole. Doing one more spin around the pole before making his way to Trael and Karys. As he plopped himself down on the table legs spread Trael couldn't help but take in the pureblood's body. He heard the ordered drinks name his interest slightly peaked. Blowjob Shot? That was a new one to him he watched as it was placed in between Azar's legs.

Azar then made his demand of the champion to drink the shot with no hands. Normally this would irritate Trael but now understanding the name of the drink he obliged. Knocking it back and swallowing the whole shot. As he laid the glass down delicately he realized that there was now two Azars. Oh he was drunk drunk now it seemed.

Suddenly he heard one of his favorite songs "Hold on I got to go sing this." He slurred out while stumbling to the stage. He was not worried remotely by the tent he had while doing this. As he made his way up he took the mic and followed along to the song's melody tone and beat almost perfectly, except for the slurring of words here and there. Once he finished his performance as he went to get down he fell on his face. A groan escaping him as he got up.

@Sreeya @Apollyon

 

[Nova Trent]

There was apperently a Sith party in town, and Nova was perhaps a little pissed about arriving so late. She was dearly hoping she hadn't missed out on all the fun, but as she arrived in her little black dress that left little to imagination, she had to realize that the location smelt like shit.

For real. Shit. It was even on the ground. Good thing was though that she was sloshed already, having decided that during her speeder taxi ride, downing three caned cocktails was a good idea. The result was that her vision was thoroughly blurry, but not blurry enough to miss Cyu. (@Xorism).

Damn. It seemed like their heated had been ages ago, but as devious as Nova was, she obviously didn't just slide in to say hi. She seemed busy anyway, and she preferred having the crimson delight notice her at some point. Good thing a bearded man (@Javier esschoolbus) just left, offering her a spot to slide right in next to the male pureblood, a devilish smirk tugging at her lips. "So what else can you do without hands?", she teasingly asked, throwing him a provocative glance while her language was slightly slurred.

@Sreeya

 

[Trodai Narat-iv-Adas]

Trodai continued to dance, his movements matching the music in sync, even as it changed. However with Azar next to him, twerking and moving so vividly, it was proving quite difficult to focus. His mind racing still from earlier, his mind deeply conflicted. Especially when he stuck his booty out and moved seductively over to Trael. And this was made more difficult by the fact now another had joined. The huge, muscular form of Karys standing there beside Azar as he walked over and Trael. Again he felt jealousy, and his mind panicked as his body worked the pole. Somehow he made it through, although not without more beads of sweat. And a racing heart and mind.

What is going on with me? Why am I so conflicted, I shouldn't be like this...we're all thoughts crossing his mind. Especially with everything going on in front of him. Around him. It was becoming intoxicating. The allure difficult to control. Eventually the song ended and Trael went to sing and another unknown women approached Cyutadakr. Still in panic mode, Trodai wasn't sure what to do, and so he decided to have a drink.

See if that helped to ease what was going on inside of him. Or at least dull it for now. A battle of unknowns he wasn't sure about. And allow him to think about all he thought and felt. Try to make sense of it and who he was. For now, he attempted to put up a mask. Even as he was fracturing inside. Uncertain of his future and what it would mean if he gave in. Enjoying the moment and the night he approached the table where the others were gathered. Smiling, he spoke joking about as he took the drink he had previously left.

"Well that was a workout. I think I may need a drink, it's made me quite famished." He said to no-one in particular.

Taking a sip, he sat down in a free seat. Attempting to think, but with yet more going on around him, it was proving a task. This was going to be a long night. Especially now with his mind conflicted and racing as it was. As he attempted to keep the stoic composure he was accustomed to being with hints of mischief.

@Sreeya @Xorism @Javier esschoolbus @LadyRen @Apollyon @LouJoVi

 

[Darth Arcanos]

Azar was impressed when Trael (@Javier esschoolbus ) leaned down and did the shot, his face dangerously close to Azar’s crotch. The little act amused him greatly and he chuckled to himself. He caught Trael looking up at him before he outright bolted as if he were on fire. Azar saw a tent as he quickly ran away, leaving the Pureblood slightly confused. However, that was when it dawned on him that between Trodai and Trael, his audience was composed largely of traditionally straight men. Men that had never considered fucking another man.

Until now.

Azar burst out laughing, thoroughly amused by the realization. He couldn’t help but glance over at both Trael and Trodai as they hastily ran to pick up the shattered pieces of social constraints they followed and flimsily put them back together. To pretend they hadn’t just been letting their imaginations run wild while they watched Azar dance.

He turned to gaze ahead of him, realizing no one was in their immediate vicinity. He looked right at Karys who was eyeing the table with all the poles. Azar coiled the Force around him, skidding him closer so he stood between his legs. Perched up on the table, the two men didn’t have as dramatic of a height difference. Azar wrapped his arms around Karys’ neck, gazing at him with a tender look meant just for him. His eyes softened, a gentle smile on his face that only Karys saw when they were alone together. It was the smile when he watched Karys cooking, when Azar heard Karys complaining about video games he would never understand, when Karys held him tight in his arms and he was in his favorite and safest place in the galaxy. He let that smile grace his face before leaning in to kiss his man, a sensual and tender kiss that allowed his affections to surge even through their budding Force bond. He drew back after a moment, “I love you, Kare-bear,” He whispered with a cheesy smile before playfully booping Karys on the nose.

Azar shoved Karys back, and just like that - the diva was back. The warm smile changed to a sultry one, and that heated gaze returned to his face. But Azar stole that fleeting moment to remind Karys of how cherished he was.

Leaving Karys to wander as he pleased, he turned to regard the human (@LadyRen ) that showed up and plopped down where Trael was sitting. He smirked at her blunt and bold statement, not missing the sultry gaze. Azar stared down at her for a moment before the Force suddenly coiled around her neck to compress it. She was harshly yanked up to stand, her face pulled up inches away from his. Azar grinned at her, his vibrant, yellow eyes gleaming, “What did you have in mind, bitch?”

@Apollyon

 

[Nevizkas]

Swaying back and forth to the music, the loud beat popping and bass trembling. Cyutadakyr immediately grinned as Trodai accepted her suggestion without complaining, a marked improvement on his earlier behavior.

Drink in hand with casual sips at the delicious liquor, her gaze drifted up to the pureblood straddling the pole with both finesse and flare. She'd already had a taste of the flesh, not even that long ago and yet the way his body moved in time with the tune, the seductive gazes, was a sight to behold.

As the song turned and both men dethroned their poles, Cyu's attention was brought back to Trodai as he sat down to enjoy his evening after what she assumed was a strenuous activity for him. Putting him up to it, she almost felt obligated to

Suddenly, a familiar scent flooded her nostrils, consuming her thoughts and dropping her focus entirely. The electrifying surprise waltzing her way toward the shirtless Azar, a sudden pang of jealousy shot through her body. The last time they'd meet had been so very long ago and yet the most intense. The pureblood always denied that she'd develop feelings for another but was her body providing a betrayal, even after all this time?

The sound of glass cracking between her fingers alerted Cyu to just how tightly she'd been squeezing, shards mildly slicing at her hand producing another familiar pain.

Discarding the remains to collect her wits, Cyu winced as she glanced at her hand before closing it and moving toward the group, quietly climbing into the seat the brunette was previously occupying.

If Azar was the conductor and Nova the instrument, Cyu intended to have front row seats to this orchestra. If Nova managed to catch her eye, the smirking pureblood would speak with a sultry tone. "Hello again, Miss Trent."

@LadyRen @Sreeya