Kyle
***In the depths of the Lion's Den, dimly lit by red-hued lights, sat a stage. In a gentle flash, orbs of warm light blossomed to life, illuminating a single figure. A slow thunder of drums coupled with a glittering haze announced her presence. This was the beginning of the headlining act: The Madam.***

*A haze-like smoke seemed to pour from the floor of the stage, glittering with a golden twinge in the warming light. Shrouding the figure, it seemed to kiss her form. Back to the audience, a cascade of deep cerulean blue waves hung loose below the woman's shoulder blades. Horns glistened with golden luster and the shimmering jewels adorning them dangled at varying lengths. The swirling tattoos covering the upper left quadrant of her torso even seemed to move under the illusionary lighting. As the music swelled, the succubus began her show.*

*Ink-coated and manicured fingers rose above her head as it moved slowly to the side. Sheer sleeves of translucent purple fluttered over her as her arm extended, flowing onto her chest as she began to lean back. Connected to a gold-laced armband, the sleeve obscured her face until, in dramatic flair with the music, she suddenly pivoted, now facing the audience. Striking gold metalwork of thin chains and adornment caught the light at every angle. The bodice of her costume was a base of rich purple, matching the skirt. Said skirt, made primarily of the same material as the sleeves, fluttered effortlessly to the woman's bejeweled ankles. Two slits opened up to the waist of the skirt, exposing her legs as she moved. A band of golden embroidery sat just below the curve of her toned stomach, accompanied by a scarf of what appeared to be golden coins. The scarf jingled with increasing intensity as the woman's hips glided to the music.*

*Kallista was the intrigue of the night, performing for only the most important clientele of the Lion's Den. Only the gods knew how much these people paid simply to exist in her presence,*

*Now, the dancer was not the only purpose of these people's endeavors to enter the establishment, no. The place was a haven of luxury, filled with only the finest. This too, included Leovyr's alchemical concoctions. Now these, Kallista knew quite little about. But she, The Madam, made it her business to know everything, anyone else. She knew the value of her work and exactly the type that was to seek out her place of work. The succubus specialized in two things, her dance, and her interactions with the clients.*

*This star-filled desert night seemed no different from the rest of the lively, busy evenings that were brought by the end of the day. But tonight, the Madam had heard whispers. These little birds in her ear had informed her that someone of fascinatingly new interest had just been introduced to the nighttime activities of Sol's Landing. Not only was this prospect apparently wealthy, but quite human. The idea of humanity was what had caught Kallista's ear. Wealth, given her occupation was arguably ever-present (though the succubus would not turn her nose up to another addition to her collection of gifts). But humanity, now that was a rarity. Not to mention, her little gossip-mongers had mentioned she was quite beautiful.*

*Rhythm from various drums coupled with the melody of oud and santur, creating a swell of music that seemed to follow the dancer's lead. Each motion and flick of her hips by the beat, never once a second off. The calculated, yet elegant motions were followed with a crowd-pleasing expression. Full lips and kohl-lined eyes greeted the audience with a slight smile and gaze that seemed to meet all eyes. Dark brown haloed the interior of her shadowed irises, accompanied by a glittering concoction of colors that sat blended on her dark-lined lids. Those eyes pierced through the darkness, searching for the prospect that had managed to catch her attention.*

*Where was this illustrious mystery?*
Andres
There were many ways to define the perfect prey. Perhaps it was the gullible old woman who would invite a snake into her cottage for dinner, then become the dinner herself. Or, maybe it was the poor, bleeding man who was desperate for a Doctor to save his life only to meet his certain doom. But, tonight? It was the succubus who had claimed the stage and the attention of every audience member in attendance. *She was the perfect prey.* While the crowd gazed upon the woman's shapely figure with lust as she rolled her body to the fervent drums, Synerrie Sabin stared upon her with a different kind of lust. The patrons likely fantasized about the succubus with a few less of her layers yet, the vampiress imagined what awaited her beyond that; beneath the skin and weaved within the bones... *Blood.* And for the sake of the Gods, perhaps Synerrie desired *More* Than simply blood between her fangs. As if it had a mind of its own, her tongue swept over the sharper teeth in her mouth at the thought of what delectable flavors would soon be *Hers.* However, there is a unique type of craving that Synerrie had beyond that of blood but, for the games she could employ; after all, why not enjoy the chase of her prey? The vampiress sat perfectly still yet within, she was utterly restless. Her mind raced with nefarious ideas, each one highlighting a fresh and thrilling way that she could play with the succubus woman's mind; and worst of all, each way seemed to bring a sick type of amusement to the human's lips which were spread into an unsettling smile. That smile unfolded into a slight, lazy type of grin upon eye contact with the undeniably delicious succubus woman. 

*Indeed, the perfect prey.*

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Synerrie's gaze seemed to pierce through the woman's very soul as she tilted her head and locked onto her target. With a single finger, she motioned over an attendant and produced a hefty bag of gold into their waiting palms; not once breaking eye contact with the dancer on stage. The attendant lowered their head and whispered an invitation to a more *Private* Setting. At that point, Synerrie stood and allowed herself to drink in the sight of the succubus woman one last time. The vampiress's appearance was haunting; like a porcelain doll that some could admire for her beauty and others would lock away, afraid the doll might be capable of something truly wicked. A black corset hugged her torso that withheld lacy patterns of roses and thorns, while a deep red frilly top poked out from beneath; the sleeves long and droopy adored with a similar lacy design of prickly flowers. Her skirt was the same deep red color that flowed down to her midthigh, revealing milky white legs tucked into a pair of fine black heeled boots. If her eerily close to full-blooded human appearance didn't give it away, it was clear that Synerrie was *Not* From Khisfire. Finally, the vampiress turned to follow the attendant a last, meaningful glance to the succubus woman. As she exited the stage room, her long, wispy tresses gently swayed behind her in a snake-like pattern. Then, she disappeared behind the curtains at the back of the room.

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*Kallista.* Synerrie finally had a name for *Her* Prey and, she wasn't simply any dancer in the Lion's Den. No, no. She was *The* Dancer in the Lion's Den. Kallista was the lioness. The head of the pack. The Madame. An intoxicating sensation of anticipation rolled up Synerrie's spine when she discovered who exactly she had requested a private audience with. In fact, the human nearly giggled when the attendant appealed for further gold to afford the price of Kallista. Luckily, Synerrie had plenty of money to spare for the endeavor so the rising prices were nothing but more delight for what was to come. Now as she waited for her prey, a question echoed throughout her mind... 

*Who would truly entertain who? The dancer, or the killer~?*
Kyle
*There she was. A doll amidst a sea of shadowed faces and the glamour of the Den's well-decorated atmosphere. The mystery's pale skin seemed to almost shimmer in the stage lighting, her features adapted and accepting of the shadows cast upon her. But that was not what had alluded Kallista to her presence. As if a flash had gone off in the dark, eyes met in what others may have reasoned as a stroke of destiny, based off of how it felt. In the span of a heartbeat, a coldness of sadistic pleasure ran the length of the succubus's spine. In return, her dark irises haloed by the spotlight of orbs above her, retorted with a relaxed, yet similarly striking look. The Madam may have continued her performance as smoothly as ever, but the woman couldn't help but smile. A performative smile in tune with the music crossed with one born of the quiver of anticipation, glossy lips parted to expose just a flash of teeth before she promptly spun on the balls of her feet. Anklets jingled as she moved, sending the shiver into her hips as they continued to sway*

*At the very least, she was in for quite the treat. Kallista savored the taste of adrenaline on her tongue. Skirt swishing as she moved, the woman's leg emerged from one of the slits. Shifting her weight, her sleeves fell in full theatrics, floating alongside the shimmy of her hips to the ever-increasing pace of the music. With it, it felt as though her heart moved alongside her, fluttering in delectable waiting for what was next. Muscle memory took over her, and just as the foreign woman made her last glance, so did Kallista. Waves of blue soared overhead as the woman tossed her head back. Their eyes met again in another flash, sparking a flash of fire between the two, its heat roiling up the dancer's belly. Only a glimpse, a half-second's worth of contact set Kallista aflame.* 

*Only a handful of times had she felt this way, and every fiber of her screamed in ecstasy as the delight of attention and endorphins filled her.*

*Blazing through the rest of her performance, the Madam's energy levels seemed to have only increased. As the drums ceased, her heart still thundered, reverberating through her. By the gods, what a high. It seems a certain someone dearly wished to give her their full and delightfully undivided attention. Though she could not discern the intention behind it, its truly intoxicating taste was like nothing else. The finale of the act had been completed, and her bows to the audience were nothing short of standard, only her mind rushed with an onslaught of what could only be described as pure excitement.*

*Afterward, the Madam tore through the halls behind the stage to not keep her high-paying client waiting. Not only was someone able to afford her but had also managed to give her a feeling many would pay her price and more for. Luckily for the succubus, it seemed she'd be profiting both in wealth and pleasure. Four maids had to assist Kallista in her process of changing. Nothing would be out of place during this meeting, so much she would* ***Personally*** *Guarantee.*

*Clicks and clatters of only the most exquisite heeled sandals and golden adornment filled the hall outside of the private space. The sound announced her presence first, followed by the distinctive scent of opium, coupled with amber and a hint of rose. Curtains of rich red parted as attendants bowed to announce her arrival.* "Miss Sabin, presenting The Madam, Kallista".

*The anticipation hit its climax then, a crescendo at the peak of its volume.*

*Calculated steps illuminated Kallista from the ground up as she stepped into the space. Candlelight burned, scattered flames that bathed the space in a warm hue. Dark wood enhanced the shadows of the space, contrasted by an assortment of jewel-toned decor. A plethora of plush pillows and tangling chains of golden splendor were dispersed throughout the room. Chairs, loveseats, and a large daybed-esc structure furnished the place, with small tables and hookahs interspersed, one larger and designed for all sorts of activities. The daybed of sorts rested against the far wall from the entrance, its sides encompassed in a similar curtaining to the entrance with an additional inner layer of translucent material that seemed to glimmer softly in the dull light. Its open face held a crown of an archway, elaborate carving creating a latticework of detail along its peak.*

*The Madam stood tall at the front of the room. Having changed into an entirely different outfit, her new ensemble held a slightly more burlesque tone in comparison to that of her dance attire. A torso-less bodice held her chest tightly, made of turquoise silk and covered in golden embroidery. Red silk and further embroidery outlined the curves of her upper body, underbust dangling with a fringe of golden chains. Matching sleeves that began at the upper arm, and puffed downward with a translucent material, meeting at the cuffs that sat just above the bones of her wrists. The same materials composed the skirt, though it only had one slit on the right side, reaching all the way to its waistband. The edges of its hem seemed to almost drip as its free-flowing layers sat in tiers, fluttering from the excess kinetic energy of her movements. Deceptively sultry as always, Kallista gave the doll-like woman her signature look, descending into an elegant curtsey.*

"It is of the utmost pleasure to personally welcome you to the Lion's Den, *Miss Sabin*~"
Andres
"Is that delightful outfit for me alone?" Synerrie purred as she tilted her head. Kallista's attire had transformed into a new level of allure since the vampiress last viewed her upon stage and for a moment, she wondered how captivating the dancer might look if she swayed her hips in this sultry garb. Briefly, silence extended as Synerrie's hypnotic gaze soaked in the sight of Kallista. *Yes. Yes, she would do perfectly...* A broad grin unfurled from her pair of smirking lips, the self-satisfaction of her expression practically radiating into the room. Her right hand raised to her chin with her index finger extended so that she may rest the tip of it upon her wide lips. Then, Synerrie pulled her hand away and rolled up to her feet to approach the dancer. She glided smoothly and gradually to the other woman, her hips swaying with each step. Once in front of Kallista, she did not stop and instead, slid behind the woman while simultaneously grazing her hand across her hip; deliberately selecting a spot where her hand brushed where open skin and the top of skirt's fabric met... The touch was light and feathery until Synerrie stood completely behind Kallista, then it shifted into something tight—Something *Possessive.* Albeit shorter than the dancer, it presented no difficulty for the vampiress to lean into the succubus's neck and allow a cool breath of air to drift out from her lungs. Afterward, her lips moved to Kallista's ear. 

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"I sure hope this outfit is for simply me," Synerrie whispered, "Now, why don't we pour some drinks and enjoy a *Delectable* Night~?" Her hand slid from Kallista's hip and around her back, then it was gone; and with it, Synerrie as well. Similarly to how the human approached the succubus, she sauntered back to her position on the couch; curling up on the cushions like a cat as she laid on her side and extended her legs out, using her arm to prop herself upright. 

"You know, I was told that you were one of the *Best* Among Lucidien's dancers. Rivaling those in the Noteworthy Brotherhood. But after witnessing your performance, I would say that *You are the best.* I couldn't remove my attention from you, expect only to request further, more *Private* Attention from you. And now that I have it, I don't know if I'll let it go so easily," Synerrie giggled, "I expect that you will keep me *Satisfied* All night. Unless... Perhaps, you *Don't.* After all, I am known for my big appetite~" Not once did her crimson gaze wander from Kallista's figure. She wanted to observe every reaction that she could elicit out of the dancer. What would make her excited? And better, *What would make her afraid?*
Kyle
*The Madam may as well have been a statue as she was accessed by the intimidatingly human woman. Carefully measuring the situation before her, the succubus wore an unwavering expression of amusement. She stood tall as Synnerie surveyed her, spine elongated to accentuate the length of her legs and allow her horns to capture the light of the candlelit space. Only a blink and folding of her hands alluded to her beating heart, which she adeptly kept at a calmer pace. Even as she approached, Kallista held firm. As the other woman touched her, she allowed the sensation of closeness to envelop them, a burning brown gaze following every one of Synnerie's motions. Something about this woman was off, but there was not enough information to determine what exactly that was. Nevertheless, she was well-dressed, attractive, rich, and... Dangerous. As the women's eyes met, Kallista felt as though she was being preyed upon. That said, it only made the succubus's stomach burn with curiosity.*

*Leaning into Synnerie's touch, the Madam's adornments jingled quietly. Fabrics swished against one another, and breaths seemed to encompass the entirety of the remaining space between the two. At the suggestion of touch, Kallista's head tilted slightly, her earrings sparkling as they dangled. Chests rose and fell in tandem, and the long, darkened lashes of the dancer's eyes fluttered to a close as her smile only grew at the human's words. Oh, how she loved to play these games. Who exactly was this woman, and more importantly, what were her intentions?*

"I would never wear an outfit cursed by someone else's eyes in your presence, darling~"

*Following the pattern set before her, Kallista's voice sat in its low, enticing tone.* "As you wish". *At the cue, no time was wasted. The Madam's hips swayed as she stepped, the sounds of her heels now muffled under the carpeted interior of their most expensive space. Just to the left-hand side of the other woman, next to a small side table, sat a carved cabinet matching the rest of the room. From it, she retrieved a pair of crystal glasses, inlaid with gold bands along the rims. Listening intently as she moved, the Madam's smile never wavered, accepting the praise with gracious eagerness in a pleased hum. Someone was quite... Exuberant, it seemed. The strange human's last words would have evoked a raise of Kallista's brow if she hadn't been so intentional about her maintained expression. Oh, how one may interpret those words.*

"My, oh my~ What high praise you sing, my love. I *Do* Take much pride in my work". *The extravagant stemware clinked lightly as she set them on the larger table in front of the chaise lounge loveseat Synnerie relaxed upon.* "And, I assure you that I am also quite capable of..." *Tongue slick with the delicious taste of seductive subtlety, she paused to savor the words before they escaped from her lips. A piercing look of tantalizing intrigue fell upon the esteemed guest, watching every reaction that came from her words,* "...*Satiating* Your desires".

*A blaze burned between them only momentarily. With a swift step, the hem of the Madam's skirt seemed to float as she moved. From the cabinet again, Kallista produced a matching decanter. More crystal and gold encased deep red liquid, shaped with a wide base, pointed at the end, and coupled with a short neck, lipped for ease when serving.* "Tell me, Miss Sabin, are you fond of rich wines?" *The decanter, textured with engraving throughout its length, was set to rest before the client. It sat upon a golden base, structured to support the full-cut, diamond-shaped bottom of the reservoir.*

*There, just upon its gold-lipped edge, a manicured finger merely had to brush against it to cause the object to rotate in a slow and controlled motion, gently aerating the liquid within.* "This is a personal favorite of mine, notes of red current..." *Eyes moved from the wine to her guest as she allowed ample time to marvel at the frankly despicably expensive substance. Sleeves rippled slightly as Kallista leaned forward to rest her hands on the table before her guest.* "Tobacco," *A slight arch in her back, the position was all too familiar, enticing to the eye.* "And, it carries a chocolate aroma unlike any other. Our most delicious to offer, and most fitting to our *Delectable* Night."

*With practiced and precise ease, the succubus poured the two of them each a glass. A tattooed hand extended the crystal glass to her guest, placing herself on the arm of the furniture. There, she sat, carefully balanced and positioned in such a way for Synnerie's viewing pleasure. With her legs crossed, the slit of her skirt exposed much of her thigh, and the rest of the ensemble left little to the imagination. With a slight raise of her glass, Kallista toasted to her mystery of a high-flying client.*

"To a night of delicacy and delight~".
Andres
Synerrie could hardly contain herself. She had this woman wrapped around her finger with only a few sensual touches and suggestive words, which only made the human wonder how much more of a leash she could place around Kallista with *More.* Nonetheless, the question of Kallista's future still lingered in the air, unbeknownst to the other woman. Would Synerrie ravage her and leave nothing behind or, would she be tempted to allow her to live so she may continue to indulge in her desires? The thought of such power made the vampiress giggle aloud though, she made no attempt to disguise it as something else; after all, she was quite shameless especially when it came to unnerving those around her. Her lips curved impossibly higher as her gaze locked upon Kallista's figure, specifically savoring the sight of the way the dancer's hips seemed to so effortless sway while she walked across the room. It was as if Kallista embodied the soul of lioness in complete control of her kingdom—*The Lion's Den.* Though so much for that when a wolf like Synerrie so easily waltzed in and determined that her prey would be the scantily dressed predators. So when Kallista glanced backward to greet Synerrie's gaze with what the vampiress perceived as a *Challenge,* She could only shiver in excitement for what was to come *Soon.*

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"Rich wines, hm? I adore rich *Anything.* And please, no need for formalities. Synerrie would roll off your tongue *Much* Nicer than Miss Sabin, wouldn't you agree?" She tilted her head with a playful glint in her crimson eyes. When Kallista leaned forward, it took everything Synerrie had not to drag the woman across the table and into her lap. Though perhaps some glass would be broken that way... Cutting the succubus's all too flawless legs and it would leave the vampiress with no choice than to clean the blood that would dribble out until the woman's skin was once more immaculate. Instead, Synerrie remained silent as she accepted her glass of wine from Kallista; bringing it close to her nose so that she may scent the accents of flavors that the other woman had described. *Hmmm...* It would do but, Synerrie was *Not* In the mood for wine. This was simply a setup for something else entirely different.

"To a night of delicacy and delight, my beautiful darling," Synerrie clinked their glasses together with a pointed look not at Kallista's eyes but instead, the exposed skin of her upper thighs. She simply smirked before her gaze dragged up the succubus's body, then finally took a sip of the wine whilst holding eye contact.

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The sip was short. Synerrie pulled the wine away and inspected it carefully. *No, this wouldn't do at all...* So, the vampiress tilted the glass to the floor and allowed the red liquid to spill out completely into the fine rug beneath. 

"I'm disappointed, Kallista," The vampiress allowed the glass to roll out from her hand and hit the floor, yet it did not break, "You've disappointed *Me.* This wine isn't what I wanted *At all."* While remaining on the couch, she crawled slowly to the armrest that Kallista was perched upon with a devilish sort of smile. When the distance between them was nonexistent, Synerrie pulled herself to her knees and placed one hand on the woman's thigh while her other hand slipped beneath her chin. She gripped Kallista chin in a not so tight yet not so gentle manner, forcing the woman to look into her eyes. 

"So, how far would you be willing to go to make this up to me? I have *Other* Desires that I'm afraid no wine in all of Lucidien could truly fulfill..." Synerrie was uncomfortably close to Kallista as her lips gazed over the other woman's mouth then across her jaw to her ear, "Won't you please me in the way I desire?"