Before long into their shots, Lori joining in bottoming up, slamming her own glass to the table, and agreeing to switch places with Lawrence, much to the incubus’s chagrin as she now stood outside of his field of vision, a new set of monsters graced the bar with their presence. A trio of girls clad in skimpy, though tasteful, outfits, entered with an air of confidence and importance. These girls were the proud sisters of Lilitu Institute’s, S.A.U.’s sister school’s, Eta Omega Epsilon. Both schools had Greek life and would occasionally partake in mixers between the two institutions, but among them all, theirs was the most notorious. Eta Omega Epsilon was party central and the sisters took no shit from anybody. They were go-getters. They knew what they wanted, they knew how to get what they wanted, and they always got it.<br/><br/>Leading this small group, only the small handful of the sorority sisters deciding to take their night out on the town this night, was a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.app.goo.gl%2FhkzeD4kRwtCUF3MP7&amp;hash=b1e6ec7d9c5557f357dbe6e9507f0c29" href="https://images.app.goo.gl/hkzeD4kRwtCUF3MP7" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">multi-armed blonde</a>who held herself higher than her sisters. Her long black skirt billowed around her from the rush of air brought in by the opening then closing door behind her. Her lower arms’ hands rested on her hips while her upper arms gestured towards her two sisters, both sets adorned with classy gloves and jewelry that matched the jewelry that hung from her horns and ears as well as the thin bandeau that barely covered only the more risqué parts of her chest. “Remember girls, we meet in the usual spot in ten minutes, or I start without you.” The voice that rang out from between her lips was mid-range and held a stern attitude between each word.<br/><br/>Her sorority sisters obliged, each one with a smile on her face but with very different messages behind them. The first sister who departed the small group was a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.app.goo.gl%2F1AS8WGaoFBsfhWF3A&amp;hash=07503016144579af1bbb69244e8bf4f7" href="https://images.app.goo.gl/1AS8WGaoFBsfhWF3A" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">foxy sort</a>with an even foxier grin, the message in her expression clearly one of mischief. She wasn’t particularly Thirsting that night, but she was always thirsty for a tall glass of water. That’s when her roaming eyes lingered on the stud, literally, who stood taller than the rest. Her red ears twitched in her piqued interest as she made her way through the small crowd towards the centaur in question. Her movements were lithe and graceful, not a hair on her head nor a thread of her crop top and short skirt out of place as she approached, making eye contact with her target. Giving him a half grin and a come hither stare, she just very slowly passed him by, taking care to ensure that the edge of her large white nine tails brushed across his arms as she did so. As she continued forward, giving him a full view of her backside, he would see her luxurious tails perked up into a beautiful fan, similarly to the old burlesque style hiding her most intimate parts, only this fan did no such thing as her tails came up from underneath her skirt, rather than above it, pulling it up in the back to give anybody a fair decent view of the underside of her mostly nude rear. Her show to him continued further as she made her way to the stairs leading to the second floor, each step letting him see just a bit more and more. Before she disappeared completely out of sight, she stopped and turned back to look at the half horse man, and lifted just a finger, curling it towards her, coaxing him to follow as she gave him a wink and blew him a small kiss.<br/><br/>Lori hadn’t missed that. Her face getting red, partly from the warmth that the strong shot gave her, but mostly from jealousy. Lori felt she wasn’t as gorgeous as the scantily clad fox, and the fact that this creature had her sights set on the same monster as she set her mood in a less than ideal level. She knew she was out of her league crushing on Lawrence, but that didn’t stop her from hoping.<br/><br/>This exchange did not go unnoticed to the incubus either. It was opportunistic and he knew it. He’d take it. Whether or not the centaur would follow the fox, he quickly sent another thought into the gazebloom. If he hadn’t noticed the fox making eyes at his friend yet, he would now.<i>Now’s your chance</i>. At the very least, should the centaur not leave of his own volition, he’s certain some peer pressure would help get him out of the way. Give the gazebloom, and by proxy the incubus, a direct line to Lori.<br/><br/>The<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fimages.app.goo.gl%2FPVLqxnLFPKtJtgTD8&amp;hash=e8c5c4bb411b7b649e26b1605be8e214" href="https://images.app.goo.gl/PVLqxnLFPKtJtgTD8" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">last sister of the trio</a>seemed to show no particular interest in anybody, merely bouncing about in excitement. Her smaller stature and winged form allowed her to literally bounce between the patrons, giggling as her body already started moving to the muffled music of the club in the back portion of the bar. The only reason she was there was to dance and enjoy herself.<br/><br/>The first sister could only watch her sisters with pursed lips, and an expression of disinterest in whatever they had in mind for the night. All she knew was that she needed alcohol and to sing her lungs out and she hated to do it alone. With a begrudging sigh, the four-armed beetle-horned sister made her way over to the bar to get her first drink of the night, taking a seat right next to a particularly fuzzy patron. As soon as she made her order and received her drink, she turned to look back at the crowd. Her lower arms rested onto the bar behind her while the upper arms handled her drink and straw. She crossed her shiny black-leathery legs in front of her, one of which shown fully up her thigh through the slit in her long skirt. She glanced at the monster she sat next to with a raised eyebrow, giving him a once over. “Aren’t you hot?” She yelled out over the music towards Froth, asking sincerely, but also with a bit of mocking incredulity, confused as to why somebody with so much fur would spend their time inside a dank bar filled with overheated sweaty bodies.