<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#400080"><b>Emalie sighed, stepping out of the taxi that had slowed and come to a halt outside of the club. She knew what places like this were notorious for. She had been here once or twice, but hadnt really been too interested. She stepped out of the cab, her four inch black manolo Blahnik spider heel stilettos making a resounding sound on the footpath.<br/>
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Standing up, she adjusted her top so that it was sitting better, her breasts bouncing as she did so. The top was form fitting almost leather, tie up at the back black halter neck corset top that fit her to perfection. On the bottom, she finished the look off with tight black jeans, with holes all through them. <br/>
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Walking inside, she chuckled softly at the show that was already on, her blood red lip gloss stained lips tugging up in a grin. <i>"Let the fun begin..."</i> she muttered to herself, chuckling as she headed for the bar. <i>"One yager bomb please" </i>she said, swivelling to watch the show. This could be fun...</b></span>