John
A mesmerizing cabaret known as the Whispers of Desire is a popular venue within Eros Enclave, featuring seductive performances, captivating storytelling, and divine entertainment. Skilled performers weave tales of love and desire, enchanting the audience and encouraging a celebration of passion in all its forms.
Joseph
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**Title:** A Street-Cabaret named Desire
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*Half-ten and the sultry merlot hues haloing the central stage of the Cabaret began to dim. It was a precursor to the show's imminent beginning, a fifteen minute warning, beckoning tonight's revellers to find their seats swiftly before the Master of Ceremonies made his address. Dual-wielding two alcoholic beverages like weapons of war, Kakia managed to skillfully manoeuvre over to her table without spilling a single precious drop. One wouldn't be chastised for presuming the Goddess of Sin was being thoughtful, ordering a drink for her inbound companion, but the truth was far less genial.*

*In the air tonight, hung the intoxicating aroma of warm spice, rose, juniper tar and opoponax; a familiar scent that would cling to the patrons' skin for days to come. It didn't bother the Goddess though, for any excuse not to shower, was good enough for her. Making herself comfortable, the woman leaned over and spent twenty seconds attempting to lazily direct the two straws simultaneously into her mouth with the tip of her tongue alone. The display was wholly reminiscent of a young child disobediently playing with her food at the dinner table, though no parent was around to force the uncouth behaviour to cease. Oddly enough though, that was an apt summary of Kakia's immortal life; unrestrained and unguided. She'd been forced to make her way alone in this world ever since Styx had cast her out of the underworld as a newborn. Not that such trauma had left its mark on the embodiment of wickedness.*

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*Glancing up, Kakia's onyx orbs pandered out across the sea of couples that were embracing each other tenderly in the low-light. She did not feel jealousy or yearning in the normal sense, though her very presence would certainly be resulting in any number of adulterous relations tonight. Maybe even a fight or two. A malevolent smile flickered in anticipation upon the woman's features as she returned her attention back toward the stage. It was only then that she realised Pothos was taking his sweet time in arriving this evening, for normally, tardiness was a cornerstone of Kakia's personality. Her thick brows furrowed, as the Goddess wondered whether or not she should start feigning concern now or after the show finished.*

*Pulling out her mobile, Sin-personified checked to see if she'd received any texts from the God. Of the 999+ messages that remained unread, Pothos had not yet contributed to the backlog. Pressing her lips together, Kakia didn't bother mulling on the possibilities much longer, quickly slipping the phone back into her bag. Folding one leg over the other, the Goddess finished one of her drinks with a few loud, indignant slurps, before discarding the empty tumbler to the side.*
Linwood
The night was full of passion, desire, longing, and thrilled heartbeats- a feeling all too familiar to Pothos as he stepped out of his flat and into the streets. He smiled to himself, loving the feeling of being able to witness and inspire such powerful emotions in those, knowing that there was bound to be fun time ahead that evening. As he approached the venue that was is final destination, Pothos could already hear the thumping bass and the excited chatter of the crowd inside. He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation growing within him, eager to see what the night had in store for him.

He checked his reflection in a nearby shop window, making sure his outfit was still looking as provocative as ever. His golden skin was adorned with silver bands and shining stones and his black hair was styled into its usual look. He wore a sheer top that left little to the imagination, paired with tight leather pants that hugged his curves perfectly, both showing off his array of tattoos that were almost as recognizable and infamous as the god himself. He completed the look with a pair of small platform shoes, adding an extra few inches to his already impressive height.

It was just outside the venue that Pothos noticed a group of people sitting at a nearby table outside, their faces filled with awe and wonder as they watched him approach. He couldn't resist the opportunity to entertain, so he sauntered over to their table, a sly smile on his lips. "Hello there," He purred, his voice smooth and seductive. "Is there something I can do for you?" The group of friends looked at each other in disbelief, unable to believe that Pothos, the god of love and desire, was standing before them. One of them, a young woman with bright blue eyes, finally managed to find her voice.

"Can we take a picture with you?" She asked, her voice trembling with excitement. 

Pothos chuckled and nodded his head, taking his place beside them as they snapped a photo. He made sure to strike a pose, showing off his toned body and alluring tattoos. "I must say, you all look quite lovely tonight," He said with a wink, before continuing on his way and dispersing through the doors, losing himself in the ambient atmosphere.

The air was thick with the scent of sweet ambrosia and bitter alcohol, but to him, it was a familiar and comforting smell. He weaved his way through the pulsing bodies on the dance floor, his hips moving in time with the music. People turned to watch him as he passed, their gazes full of desire and longing, even if they did not fully understand why. Pothos reveled in the attention, but even this was more than usual and he couldn't help but let out a low chuckle as he made his way further in, eyes searching the tables for his 'date' for the night.

He made his way to the bar, ordering two of his usual drink of choice – a cocktail made with ambrosia and whiskey. With drinks in hand and eyes finally falling on the table where the Lady of Sin herself sat, Pothos made his way over. This was his favorite part of the night – the calm before the storm. He knew that soon enough, he would be swept up in the chaos and excitement of the club, but for now, he could enjoy this moment as it was. "Good evening Kakia, I apologize for keeping you waiting" He purred as he took the empty seat across from her with a devilish smile, setting his own drinks on the table.

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*Black eyes glared up at Pothos from beneath a pair of thick brows as Kakia slurped down the last dribble of liquor that remained in the bottom of her glass. His edgy, new-aged style left very little to the imagination, though how could one expect anything less from the embodiment of desire itself. Sin-personified did not acknowledge the earnest apology offered to her, at first. Instead, her head tilted to the side, as her gaze locked onto a swathe of mortal fans that had stalked the handsome God into the building. The collective gawked unashamedly, barely managing to keep a respectable distance away from the couple's table, which only gave the Goddess an idea that was devious as it was cruel.*

**"You are most certainly not forgiven,"** *Kakia jested half-heartedly, clicking her fingers in the arrogant way she liked doing to get the attention of the bartenders,* **"I'll take four more. On him."**

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*The attendant appeared momentarily confused by the command, but did not dare question the woman and hurried away without asking for any actual payment method. With more drinks on order, Kakia turned her attention back to her date for the evening. It had been quite some time since the two had managed to coordinate a meet-up, and it wasn't necessarily the war's fault entirely. Sin-personified was as fickle as she was lazy, and her flakiness and track record of just not showing up, was legendary. Tonight though, Kakia was in desperate need of a break from the moral humdrum that seemed to force a stick up most of the other God's assholes. In the background, the Master of Ceremonies finally introduced tonight's production, and a slew of erotic dancers suddenly appeared centre stage amidst a plume of smoke.*

** "I've been meaning to catch up with you for a little while now, Pothos,"** *She began, leaning back into the confines of her seat, dark orbs cutting back to the handsome man from the whatever callisthenic routine the cabaret were now performing.* ** "But, you know how busy our endless lives can get when either Zeus or Poseidon chuck a casual mid-millennia tantrum."**

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*Perhaps Pothos would spot it; the look of knowing that briefly appeared upon the woman's features. A sort of prideful smugness that disappeared as quickly as it formed. It was then the bartender returned with Kakia's four beverages, awkwardly attempting to set the tray down on the couple's table so they could unload the drinks in an orderly fashion. Though patience wasn't exactly the Goddess of Vice's virtue. Immediately, she reached out and began pulling the glasses off the well-balanced tray, nearly causing the attendant to lose their centre of gravity and spill the remainder of her order. Thankfully, the mortal's flexibility meant they adapted quick-smart, though their flustered, scornful glare practically bore holes in Kakia's skull. Though naturally, the immortal paid zero attention, and flicked her hand to dismiss the bartender as if they were now nothing more than an inconvenience.*

** "So tell me, what's been keeping the God of Longing and Desire busy these days? I notice you're as popular as ever with the humans."**

*Kakia tilted her chin up in the direction of Pothos' little harem that had gathered behind one of the columns of the Cabaret club, acting as if they'd found the most perfect hiding spot in all of Olympian. All the woman could do was scoff at their pathetic disposition, though she couldn't say such obsessive behaviour surprised her.*

** "I give them ten minutes until they finally slap up enough courage to come ask for a photo with you."**

*Then, without any warning, Kakia laughed in the most haughty fashion she could muster, flicking her long black tresses off her shoulder in a very obvious and heady display. It would be clear to the God sitting across from her that she was putting on her own little show right now. Though her goal was anything but entertainment.*