A bell chimed within his hand as the middle-aged man looked down at the caller ID, seeing the name he had been waiting for. Tapping on the reject call button on the screen as he already knew what the phone call meant. Pushing off the leather sofa, his hand slipping the phone into his pocket. Bending over to pick up the blazer which neatly laid on the glass coffee table before him, and slowly he began to push his arms within to finish off his outfit. His shiny black shoes clicking on the pale wooden floor only stopped to look at himself in the hallway mirror to carefully check his hair was still in place before tightening up his tie. Turning as his hand reached for the door, and opening it to see the black limo his friends had rented for the occasion.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify"><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div></div><br/>Sebastian's lips curled up into in off smile as he saw a couple of women halfway out of the sunroof. He knew where they will be going and he assumed the woman were employees of The Dollhouse. The door closing behind before his shoes once again started to click as he walked down the steps and then into the vehicle.<br/><br/><i>Fucking mortals always wanting to find love, something which isn't real... only wanting to satisfy a fear of being alone.<br/>
</i><br/>Before he could get into the vehicle a glass of champaign was forced into his hand and one of the women, which had been half out of the sunroof, pushed him into a seat and took perch on his lap. Sabastions eyes flicking around to see the man the seven come for.<br/><br/>"Alistair, your last night of freedom... Still, time to change your mind." His voice a joking tone but in his head urging the male to not get married. His hand raising to take a sip of the champaign. as the other reached around the woman sitting on him, firstly onto her exposed stomach before slowly trailing up to cup her breasts, assuming touching had been pre-paid.<br/><br/>"Just jealous Seb I have found someone and you haven't."<br/><br/>"The perky ass and tits will be gone once you have kids and the sex will dry up... Might as well have a plank of wood." His comment being greeted with laughter from his already tipsy friends.<br/><br/>Taking another sip of the champaign as the hand on the woman's breast started to slide up a little, taking hold of her slender neck, and slowly pushing her head back.<br/><br/>"How much to suck Alistair's cock?" He whispered softly into her ear<br/><br/>"Fifty, but I would much rather suck yours" Her seductive voice tingling his ear, as his teeth softly nipped at his ear lobe and hips start grinding onto his lap.<br/><br/>"You might get mine latter.. for now his." Letting go of the woman's neck to let her get to work. The now free hand slipping into his wallet to pull out a fifty-dollar note, which he pushed down the top of her dress.<br/><br/>Sebastian loved nothing more than to temp people, sometimes finding it more fun than actually screwing with lives.<br/><br/>The drive passed quickly and before they knew it the men arrived at the brothel... oh and yes Alistair came in the escorts mouth.<br/><br/>.....<br/><br/>The group along walked into the grand building. From outside it looked like an old manor house, complete with luscious green gardens and stone statues. It was an unassuming building for passers-by.<br/><br/>As Sebastian walked into the building he could feel... something. A magical presence around him. The building? No, not that it would have been much stronger. seeing he was now within its walls. He could feel the pull towards the left, but the group lead by the escorts from the limo went over to the right, Looking over his shoulder to try and get the answer, but couldn't pick out the source. His cheeks puffing out due to frustration at not having the question answered, before letting them relax back down and his mind turned back to his friends.<br/><br/>The group slowly walked into a private room, away from the main bar. Shots already laid out on the table for them. And another two seductively dressed woman waiting at the table for them, not waiting anytime to pass out the shots to the men, and of course taking a couple for themselves.<br/><br/>The music from the main area still in the background but much more subtle allowing for conversation a little more... but it was really for the woman to work their magic on the group.<br/><br/>The male tried to ignore the aura around him, but he couldn't and had to endure it's lingering with no way of appeasing it at the moment.