The front of Guilty Pleasures is modern, with a suitably hardened, industrial front meant to withstand most attacks that could damagethe structural integrity of the building. Bouncers stand at the ready near a velvet-rope line. A rare pop of electricity in Ozymandias, Guilty Pleasures is emblazoned atop the entrance in red neon.
The main room, where guests walk in, is a large, light-filled space with a wide dancefloor, leading up to the main bar. The long bar is backed by a disarmingly lovely painting, the figure of which is Jean-Claude himself. Poles line certain parts of the wall, and dancers in cages perform but are not centered. They do accept tips.
A rough layout of Guilty Pleasures. Many rooms open up off of the main floor, and themed stages and small rooms for private dances are set up.
Note: Guilty Pleasures has been largely destroyed by several powers who did battle in its upper level (including its proprietor Jean-Claude, who has been kidnapped). The infrastructure is still there, but the club itself is currently CLOSED
Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2018 3:06 pm
xxxx Jean-Claudex
Around him, Guilty Pleasures was at full glory. Away from the main stage, he lounged at the tip rail of one of the pole stages, lazily watching an impossibly flexible young man bend over and into himself to rhythmic music. One arm was thrown around the chair, and there was a bubble of space around him despite the fact that the rail was relatively full. He was carefully positioned with his back to the wall, another man sprawled boneless over his lap. A pulse was thudding irregularly in the man’s neck, his nearly naked body twitching with--something. Pleasure or pain, it was hard to say.
Every once in awhile, Jean-Claude would turn his head into the boy’s offered and bloody neck, biting into him and healing the wound over again with a languid lick over the spot. He didn’t really need the food; he’d fed carefully and completely before he’d opened the club. He didn’t want to ever be put into a situation where he was out of control among his customers, after all. Or his valuable workers and property. But there was little else that interested him in the surrounding activities, and there was still pleasure in the man’s fluttering eyelashes, his entranced and devoted gaze locked onto him.
Maybe it was a little pathetic that he could derive some sense of his own worth from his own chattel, especially when their minds had been rolled as effectively as this one. Jean-Claude tried not to think about that.
Mood: dangerously bored With: No one
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 3:55 pm
••• St. × Vier
The bouncer on duty in front of Guilty Pleasures eyed St. Vier’s Kir dubiously, visibly suspicious of the blank look in the creature’s eyes. It, along with St. Vier, were ushered in immediately nonetheless. Though the times he’d come to see the vampire master’s club were few, he was still recognized as a presence the club’s owner welcomed.
He made his way carefully through the throng in the main stage area, seeking to have as few people as possible touch him as he did. He didn’t enjoy being casually touched, not by strangers, and he was already in a precarious mood. Intellectually, he knew that Jean-Claude would disapprove of him lashing out at any of his patrons--especially over so minor an insult--but his dissatisfaction with the day’s events curdled under his skin, mixing poorly with his sleepless state. It had been…good, that he’d had an excuse to leave Haven for a few hours; good, that was, for the slaves currently penned there, and more abstractly for himself. He hated to ruin valuable property, especially something he’d put any of his time and effort into.
What that meant now was that he moved slowly, carefully, searching the club for any sign of Jean-Claude’s presence. With so many rooms and nooks built into the strip club, it was difficult to track him down, and St. Vier’s breath was starting to come faster in an effort to control himself when he happened upon the vampire seated at one of his own tip rails.
The sight of him did St. Vier some good. In certain moods, he found Jean-Claude’s insistent hedonism irritating or offensive, but as he was now the familiarity of it was comforting; amusing, even. As he moved over, several steps away, a waiter bumped shoulders with him accidentally. St. Vier’s hand snapped over automatically, striking the waiter across the face.
It was deeply satisfying, but in the exactly following moment he was chagrined, flexing the fingers of the offending hand as if it had betrayed him. The waiter was already backing away, clutching his face, and St. Vier turned an apologetic look toward Jean-Claude.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2018 9:16 pm
xxxx Jean-Claudex
Jean-Claude turned his head, still bloody from the boy’s neck, instinctively toward the sound of a blow, audible over the music with heightened vampiric senses. He located the source immediately, catching both the waiter’s reaction to the blow and St. Vier’s shifting moods, the eventual eyebrows raised apologetically in his direction.
He should have been angry, and he was a little, but that feeling was eclipsed by the sense that St. Vier was playing the role of his id. Hadn’t he just been thinking about how he was careful never to let himself get to a place where he could be a danger to his workers? And here the other master was, apologetic but still asserting himself physically at the slightest (he assumed) provocation.
He shook his head at the man, clicking his tongue in rebuke. With a fond pat, he eased the boy to lay down in the spot he’d been sitting in, licking at the corner of his mouth semi-ineffectually as he came over to take care of the situation. He addressed St. Vier first, because he knew the other man would be insulted if he didn’t. A testy creature at the best of times, he’d learned this was one of St. Vier’s consistent quirks. He swept in, taking St. Vier’s shoulders in his hands, leaning in and kissing one cheek, the other, then at the corner of the man’s mouth. It was a friendly gesture, not romantic, though the languid, sensual way he performed the greeting might have appeared otherwise to anyone who saw it. He pulled away, and saw that he’d left smears of blood on the other’s porcelain skin. He left it there, a mild revenge.
Only then did he turn to his waiter, beckoning him close and smoothing one hand over the reddening mark at the top of one cheekbone, wrapping around the orbital socket, splitting into an angry purple at the bridge of the man’s nose. He didn’t know the waiter at all; he couldn’t even recall his name, but he pulled his personal handkerchief from his pocket, grabbing some ice from a drink the waiter had dropped and wrapping it into the handkerchief to press against the worst of it. Then he sent the waiter away, telling him to go home.
Only then did he turn back to St. Vier, one side of his mouth quirking up in a fond, exasperated smile.
”Really? This is how you greet me, after months of not answering my invitations?”
Not waiting for an answer, he hooked his arm through St. Vier’s, leading him away from the stage and toward a more private room. Damage control. Plus, it would be easier for their third party—not a regular in his club—to find.
Mood: mildly incredulous; welcoming With: St. Vier
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Posted: Mon Aug 06, 2018 12:26 pm
••• St. × Vier
Muscles twitched in his neck and shoulders at Jean-Claude’s initial grasp, the cool lips at his cheeks and mouth. He’d released some of his initial tension in his single blow, but he wasn’t quite ready to be touched.
Jean-Claude’s was familiar, however, and welcome. He watched Jean-Claude’s careful administrations with his waiter with something like amusement comingled with respect. Waiters were incredibly replaceable, and the effort there seemed wasted. But on the other hand, St. Vier could see that Jean-Claude’s methodology was largely working; he retained even voluntary employees, and didn’t tend to accidentally lose (that is, kill) more than the occasional slave.
Of course, Jean-Claude did not train his slaves; or, he did to the extent that he wanted them to tolerate his preference, but he wasn’t engaged in the lengthy breaking processes that were part of St. Vier’s trade. That was the luxury of only interacting with one’s own slaves, rather than merchandise meant for an indeterminate audience, or for a master who was not present during the training process.
There was an art to what St. Vier did; the care and skill he utilized in emptying minds and creating what the client wanted required nuance, a sense of the end goal in all moments. But because they were not meant for him, generally, it was rare that he’d spend the time making anything that he himself would want, that would appeal to his--particular tastes.
Finally, Jean-Claude had finished. Enough time had passed that he didn’t resist the arm through his own, even leaning into the other master as he was pulled into one of the many nooks. He slid into the private booth, the heavy curtain delineating it from the rest of the club half-open.
It occurred to him that their third party might have a fair amount of difficulty finding them here. Hesitantly, he brought the tip of his middle finger to his right temple and the small x marked there, car. He caressed the spot for a moment He didn’t like to use this method of communication, really. It was--too intimate. He leaned back in the booth, kicking one long leg over the other to sprawl back against the pillows. No matter how Jean-Claude assured him that they were clean, he could never rid himself of the feeling that they were covered in bodily fluids, but he lounged against them anyway; he lay both hands on top of them, one idylly toying with Jean-Claude’s hair.
He was early. Volithius would come when he came, and would find them eventually. St. Vier didn’t need to ease that process. He found himself hyper-aware of the skin at his temple but shrugged it off, changing his position to drape his top leg across Jean-Claude’s lap.
”If you’re going to offer me a drink, I’d prefer if Linneus served it. It’s always a treat to see my merchandise in their proper place.”
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((Just tagging Nox because Vol's mentioned~ ))
Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2018 10:12 am
xxxx Jean-Claudex
Idle, Jean-Claude let one hand fall to the thigh of the leg draped over his, gesturing languidly to one of his staff who’d come over upon recognizing him.
He called for Linneus to replace the new waiter, stroking the rough, worklike fabric of the pants St. Vier preferred. He found himself thinking it was a waste for a man as fine-boned as St. Vier to prefer such boring clothing, such rough fabrics, but he had to bow to necessity. St. Vier, as far as he knew, was rarely injured in his work. More to the point, he couldn’t see any stains on the fabric, which had to be something of a feat considering the amount of time the slaver spent breaking open the minds and bodies of his projects.
”Is this a trace of sentimentality I hear?” He was simply teasing, of course. He didn’t expect St. Vier to actually have any particular emotions toward his former project, or even to really care that Jean-Claude was treating him well.
He was, incidentally; treating the slave well. St. Vier had made him for Jean-Claude early in their ‘friendship,’ when Jean-Claude had been a somewhat different character than he was now. While he would consider himself somewhat pathetic now, he had then been almost consumed by his loneliness, mirroring his sire’s proclivities in a more transparently artificial way. He’d gone to St. Vier after seeing some of his merchandise at a party the other had thrown for masters in the city and been impressed by the overall quality of what was available. It was the variety, more than any particular piece, that had caught his eye. Arrogant, trying to press buttons just to press them, he’d commissioned St. Vier to make him something ‘transcendentally beautiful, that only responds to those more beautiful than it.’
St. Vier had taken the commission, and three months later had brought--Linneus.
A heavily-cloaked figure swept up, layers and layers of gauzey fabric mostly concealing a lithe figure underneath. The figure’s face was hidden entirely, except for two brilliantly green eyes. They appeared to be heavily lined and shaded, but a closer look would reveal that whatever pigment surrounded the eyes was permanent, either tattooed or burned on. The concealment was Jean-Claude’s preference: he took careful care of his property, and Linneus’s beauty was such that he tended to draw attention, even away from the provocative dancers. The figure kneeled, and Jean-Claude extended a hand toward him as he did so, letting the figure pull cloth away from its mouth to lap delicately at the back of his hand with a pink tongue.
”As requested. Linneus, get St. Vier whatever he desires.” Usually he wouldn’t give such an open-ended order. They tended to distress slaves, since they could literally entail anything. But he trusted St. Vier not to make a request he wouldn’t want Linneus to comply with.Perhaps he shouldn’t have.
The slave peered at him, judgment shining in his eyes for a moment as if the other was determining his worth somehow, and Jean-Claude tossed his hair back, one side of his mouth quirking up. While it had started as hubris, part of him enjoyed that Linneus would always evaluate his beauty before complying. He preferred a hint of obstinance, a personality, to his slaves.
Not long after St. Vier arrived at Guilty Pleasures, one of his Kirs was let in by the bouncer and soon followed by what appeared to be a dog wearing an ornate collar around its neck. The dog sniffed out Vier and walked calmly and elegantly to where Vier would be. As soon as he found him he sat down at his side before soon laying down waiting to be acknowledged by either Vier or Jean-Claude. As he laid there watching the pair speak with one another he often wondered why Vier had requested him to come to this strange place, but it wasn’t his place to ask trivial questions and let it be before eventually closing his eyes to nap for the journey here from Haven was quite long and the Jackal God in his current form was rather tired. He slept soundly at Vier’s side while waiting to be noticed.
Where: Guilty Pleasures With: St. Vier and Jean-Claude Form: The elegant dog Song:
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 10:13 am
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
The boy was incredibly trusting, and that would be a wonderful trait if he still had intentions to bring the boy into a life he likely wouldn’t desire. Though it was also helpful in the sense of going somewhere less, open.
The wolf lead the way again, still keeping an eye out for any rancid, or perhaps not, food like substances might be laying around. There was nothing, but luckily the destination they would be heading to wasn’t far. Aidyn recognized this string of alleyways and it wasn’t long before they came upon the building. The industrialized walls of the outside would seem to be nothing special, but the accompanying neon sign would give it purpose.
“Guilty Pleasures” it read and for the boy it would bring another obstacle that Aidyn didn’t entirely plan for. The guards, or bouncers if you will, that blocked the door beyond velvet rope. Aidyn was a recognizable face to some extent… just not in his current form. This was problematic.
Aidyn would often accompany Dante to this place, though he never quite understood the appeal. Especially not to his leader who as far as he knew wasn’t a fan of interacting with master’s or their businesses. Perhaps it was for the incubus’ own desires or it could have been a way of looking to somehow acquire those enslaved. It was a mystery.
Peeking from the alley to ensure of where they had ended up, the demon would once again bark lightly, and he'd back away a little so that they may not be seen and Nero might have time to think of something, anything.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Nero Mood: Angry, confused, uncomfortable Location: Guilty Pleasures Exterior OOC: Spoiler alert, Dante only came here because he's a dirty boy. Hi guys!
Where: Back Alleyways With: Aidyn Feeling: exhausted, fatigued, starting to starve, nervous OOC:
Nero followed after the wolf, keeping a hand on the other in an attempt to keep himself on his feet. His legs shook under him and he felt dizzy. He needed more food and rest, before he would start feeling back to normal again. He noticed Aidyn sniffing around, probably keeping a nose out for food for either of them. The red head could tell the wolf was starting to tire out as well. He didn't know what Aidyn had been through before meeting him but they sure have been through hell since they met.
The male stopped walking when Aidyn stopped, seeing the wolf peek around the corner before barking at him. He also peeked around the corner, groaning a little when he saw the building before them. He had never been inside but he had heard that it was a common place for masters to go. His gut started telling him to walk away again, to not even bother with the wolf and his predicament. But Aidyn had risked his life for the red head and Nero couldn't just abandon him. Sighing, he noticed bouncers than stepped back.
They needed to get inside, but the easiest way to do that was probably to get Aidyn to change back. But the red head wasn't sure if the other could right now. He bit his lip, thinking through different options. He could use the same story they used at the auction house, acting as though he was coming here to meet his master. But that seemed unlikely to work, or at least had very little chance of success. And the male wasn't sure how successful being outright honest was going to be either. The male sighed, placing a hand to his head and closed his eyes. "Damn it, there has to be a way we can get past the bouncers....." The red head gasped and looked up before glancing at the wolf as an idea came to him. "Maybe try your howl? I know it didn't do much earlier but if it has the chance to stun others, maybe we can stun the bouncers than sneak past them before they notice us."
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 6:17 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
The wolf grunt and his body sunk a little at the feeling of Nero's weight. He knew the other was weak, but it was getting hard for him as well.
He could sense the dread coming from the boy, and it brought Aidyn to question just what he knew about the place. Then again, any free person would have been uncomfortable with an unknown place. He had no reason to trust the wolf... not REALLY.
The two were stumped for a good few minutes there, but Nero was the first to come up with a logical plan. It was a questionable way to get past a bouncer, and there could be repercussions, but it was really all they had right now. There was a chance at the little trick not working, and a chance that they might find themselves at the mercy of the owner. That could be unpleasant... he didn't even remember the guys name. Sheen? Green? Lemon Leem? Nor did he know anything about the man or the treatment of the workers inside. There was so much mystery that it was almost stupid to take this chance. Oh well.
The demons face lit up a little with a sense of being pleased by this suggestion. Even if there was the slightest ping of insecurity of his past failed attempts that day. He'd lead the way again whether Nero followed or not, appearing from the alley and nearly the red velvet ropes that gave the place a sense of privilege. He didn't make a move, not yet. He wanted the boy to engage with the other being first, as if they really were meant to be there.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Nero smiled a little at the signs the wolf showed at his suggestion. He knew there was a chance that it wouldn't work but standing around here and doing nothing wasn't going to help either. They had to find some way inside, and at this point, Aidyn's howl was their last chance, otherwise the consequences could be really bad. The male leaned against the wall for a moment, looking up when he heard claws click against pavement as the wolf moved away from him.
He moved, peeking around the corner to see Aidyn move close to the door, seeming to stop and wait for something. It was then that Nero realized the other was probably waiting for him to distract the bouncer and give the other the chance to use his howl. Straightening up despite the protest in his weakened body, the male turned the corner and strode up to the door, only to be grabbed by the shoulder. He turned to look at the bouncer, giving a slight frown. "Excuse me, but I'm already running late for meeting someone very important. I don't think it would be a good idea to delay me anymore." He glanced towards Aidyn for a moment before continuing to keep up the facade that he was meant to be here and not just some random brat.
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Posted: Mon Aug 20, 2018 7:18 pm
xxxxX Bouncer Len x
Len whistled a sharp denial at the approaching boy, one eyebrow arched in unamused incredulity as he released the boy's shoulder.
”--don’t do that, now, kid” he muttered. There wasn’t any particular malice in his voice; despite the unfriendly words, his tone was absolutely neutral, as if this were a scene he’d played out a thousand different times. In fact, he had.
While Guilty Pleasures might have been popular on its own merits in many different cities, in one the size of Ozymandias it was popular simply as one of the only places offering chemical oblivion, along with sex-tinged entertainment at someone else’s expense that didn’t require a master’s purse.
Suffice to say, Len was used to handling desperate people seeking entrance, in any number of unlikely combinations and scenarios.
”Only person you could be meeting is Jean-Claude. And we both know you’re not meeting him.” He paused.
”Are you?”
Mood: Unamused With: a brat and his dog
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Posted: Sun Aug 26, 2018 11:54 am
••• St. × Vier
St. Vier snorted off the idea of sentimentality toward a slave he had trained and sold. Haven typically housed something upwards of forty bodies at a time, with the number constantly cycling in and out as projects were taken on or completed. He was in a constant state of busy-ness, one that typically wouldn’t have even allowed for him to come to Guilty Pleasures now.
He wouldn’t have come if it was simply for entertainment, or the pleasure of Jean-Claude’s company. Not that he didn’t enjoy being around the vampire; it was nice to interact with someone who wasn’t afraid of him, wasn’t beholden to him, and knew exactly what he was. However kind Jean-Claude appeared, how harmless and good to his slaves, St. Vier had interacted with him enough to know that Jean-Claude knew the depths St. Vier was willing to go to, and wasn’t simply neutral about them. On whatever level it was, Jean-Claude approved of him. He wasn’t, at least as St. Vier understood him, better. They had different methodologies; were seeking different ends.
Legs propped up over the vampire’s lap, St. Vier shifted himself down enough that he could dangle one hand down. It rested on the fine-boned head of the dog at his feet, stroking in an idle movement. There was no real affection in the touch; more that it seemed he just wanted to touch something soft.
As he continued to pet the short-furred head, St. Vier looked Linneus over. He was much the same, in bearing, as when St. Vier had given him away. Testing his loyalty, as a matter of course, he voiced an imperious order against Jean-Claude’s directive, vague as it was at “give him whatever he desires.”
”Tell me I’m more beautiful than Jean-Claude” he ordered, tone sharp, as it would have been during training. The slave stiffened, visibly struggling against training in recognizing beauty--where he would have recognized that Jean-Claude was the superior beauty--and the direct order. Eyebrow cocked in mild curiosity at which would prevail, St. Vier put one long finger against the ‘x’ at his temple again. <******** it.
There needed to be something like that impulsive jolt to propel him into using this particular channel. Hearing that voice inside his head, projecting his into the other’s--it was a complicated prospect. His eyes unfocused as he spoke into the channel the x marked and his hand halted in the creature’s fur:
//I’m bored here. Hurry// he projected out, tone impatient, as though their meeting time wasn’t still an hour from now; as if St. Vier hadn’t arrived early of his own free will, when he found he couldn’t sleep.
When his eyes refocused, he could see Linneus looking beseechingly at Jean-Claude, unsure what to do but looking to his master rather than at St. Vier for answers.
Good. Everything was as it should be, then.
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(( //speech// is telepathic speech, in case that wasn’t obvious. No one who doesn’t have a good reason to be able to hear telepathic speech will be able to hear it. ))
Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2018 6:33 pm
Aidyn Frost Mercenary | Red Barron's Dog | Wolf Demon
Cut you open and make you sick Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did ≠
There was little chance that the two could keep getting by with these little lies, and Aidyn knew this. It made for a good distraction though, and it was always worth a shot despite the odds. The wolf would act obedient to the boy, enough that he might be mistaken as something docile or harmless to one less alert than the bouncer at the door.
It was frustrating to the wolf, to watch the red haired boy struggling to produce another passable lie to a male that was far too accustomed to it. Though this form had provided the wolf with a much needed escape, it stole away his means of communication. It stole away the possibility that he could talk their way in or perhaps be recognized in some way.
He grunt in frustration before taking in a breath and pointing his snout up at the large male. His eyes would flicker for a quick moment as if to analyze his target before releasing a long deep howl. It felt more natural than it had in his humanoid form and would come out in a different tone than Nero had heard before. It was questionable if it made any difference in his supernatural abilities, but it would intend to make the same effect. To paralyze the roadblock of a male that stood before them. To provide them the brief moment where they might slip inside the building without him having the ability to stop them.
If this failed… well it was taking the last of his energy and he surely couldn’t put up a fight.
≠ Take the poison and lock your lips Suffer, suffer, suffer like I did
Who?: Nero, road block Mood: Angry, confused, uncomfortable Location: Guilty Pleasures Exterior OOC: It's short but i swear I'll get back in the swing of things soon!!
The red head watched Aidyn out of the corner of his eye, seeing the wolf grunt in frustration. He had to admit, it would be easier if the other was able to shift back since this was a place he seemed to know. But at this point, they had no clue when Aidyn would be able to shift back. When questioned about who he was meeting. Nero faltered for a moment. He knew no one here, he had never even been inside this place before. The young male could already feel his pulse quickening and he did his best to try and not panic.
Clearing his throat, the red head was about to speak again when he saw Aidyn raise his head at the bouncer. Before he had a chance to cover his ears, Aidyn started howling. He did not know the effect it would have on the taller male blocking their path but it certainly had an effect on the red headed scavenger. Compared to earlier, the tone and pitch of Aidyn's howl was so much different than before. It was like this new form the other had taken on was meant to be used with the howl. The red head darted around the bouncer, making a break for the door despite feeling dizzy himself. But that could also be the fact that the male was starting to feel his gnawing hunger and exhaustion again.
Either way, Nero had managed to get the door open and reached for the wolf to pull him inside as well. He didn't check to see if the bouncer was stunned. They just needed move and fast, before they could get caught
