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It was another boring night and Rajin felt like getting his rocks off. There was nothing visiting a good strip club, especially one he planned on own soon. The efreet walked straight through the door, after politely being told to put out his cigar. It didn't stop him from shooting the bouncer a poisonous look. What did Rajin care? He was the owner of a huge casino. The way he saw it, this lowly bouncer was standing in the presence of royalty and the fact that he bothered to listen was a gift from on high. Into the dimly lit club the casino owner walked. This was actually only about the third time Rajin had been to the Temple. The first was just to scope the place out. The second was to actually enjoy himself. This would be just like the second time. Rajin even made his own designated spot. Hidden away from anyone that would bother him, but not so far away that he couldn't see any of the action. After ordering a drink, Rajin sat down and got comfy as the club pumped out loud music for people to enjoy and the ladies to work to. He didn't plan on moving unless he needed to.

Rajin was relaxing in his special spot, nearly camouflaged by his red and black business attire in the dim hot mood lighting. Even the infernal gold bracelets around his wrist didn't give much of a sparkle when a stray beam of light hit them. Even as he relaxed, Rajin felt himself growing a little bored. Most of the girls he saw walking around to pursue and persuade customers into expensive lap dances. While beautiful, none of them really caught the ifrit's interest. Not the one succubus, not the apsara, or the red oni that came before her. Though, they shared something common. Rajin did notice that the clothing they looked familiar. "Where have I seen those clothes?" The ifrit whispered to himself, hushed by the loud music.

A second later, Rajin felt his cellphone going off in pocket. Now could that be, he wondered. Without looking at his phone, Rajin answered and immediately regretted it. "Hello?" He said loud enough to be heard through the music, but quiet enough not to disturb anyone. "Rajin!" Clamoured the voice of the ifrit's mother. "Oh ******** mother?" Again, the ifrit instantly regretted his choice of words. "Where are you?! It's so loud. Whatever, it doesn't matter. Listen, your beautiful and DESERVING wife is working in Janhall. She's promoting my newest line of lingerie. You have to go see her. She's at..." But the ifrit's mother was cut off as his apathy grew. "Mom, I don't care. I have to go."

Rajin then hung up just as the next dancer came out. The ifrit was about to take another drink, he saw who was working the stage. She was unmistakeable. Her ivory white hair and silky skin beamed. The unforgettable tattoo marking her body. It was all there as. Krynn, Rajin's wife, was working the stage. She looked exquisite. The way Krynn commanded the pole to her will and swayed her hips. Rajin stared like a fool in his chair as he watched his estranged wife dominate the stage. Even when all of her clothes came off, the ifrit was still entranced. When it ended, Rajin found himself clapping with everyone else.

As he slowly regained his focus, Rajin felt something hot dribbling down his upper lip. He wiped it with the back of his hand saw it as the smoldering lava-like blood that flowed through his veins. He hadn't done something like that in years. The ifrit smiled wolfishly and got up from his seat, he felt he would listen to what his mother said and pay his wife a visit. Rajin approached the back stage, both given curious looks by dancers and mean looks by bouncers. Before sneaking into the dressing room, Rajin was stopped by one, telling he wasn't allowed in there. Rajin smiled and laughed. "It's ok. I'm Miss Zmeya's husband." He said, his voice flowing as smoothly as lava running down a hillside. He also slipped the bouncer a handful of cash just in case his word wasn't convincing enough. The bouncer seemed to be stunned as as then let Rajin pass into the dressing room.

Once inside, Rajin kept himself close to the shadow, careful not alert anyone. The ifrit almost seemed transparent as he slipped past coming dancers and into the back of the dressing room where he found Krynn, sitting down and doing her makeup. The nearly invisible ifrit snuck up behind the lamia, folding his arms and smiling from ear to ear. "Hello, my little ribbonsnake."

The wolfish grin on Rajin's face never subsided. It stayed plaster on him like an ancient painting that remained intact for so long. "Is that how you greet your husband after so long?" Rajin said, feigning hurt feelings. "Here I was just thinking how boring this place was, and then you come along like a blessing from on high. You really were something out there, I gotta say. Gave me a little dribble from the nose seeing you dance out there." The ifrit drew closer to the lamia dancer, his hands in his pockets. "If you must know," Rajin started, intending to answer both of her previous questions. "A little annoying so and so told you would be here and when I saw you rocking the stage like you owned it, I worked some of my own devilish magic." Rajin then pulled out a dollar bill from his pocket. His eyes searched Krynn up and down, examining her much more closely now that he so near to her.

Down from her pure white legs up to her lovely chest. Rajin then took notice of the necklace around her. The amber-like gemstone took residence in the lamia's deep bosom. Leaning in closer, the ifrit got a better look at it. "A lot of print marks on that thing." He stated, staring into his own reflection on the amber-like gem. "Guess that means something." Rajin teased, pulling back from the lamia. The DJ out front could then be heard out front. He was dismissing the last girl and prepping for Krynn's next performance. "Heh, guess we could talk later. Feel free to drop by my place or come find me in the back. I'd enjoy getting a lap dance from you of all the girls here tonight."