<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/mwv4go.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Araxis (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13136083#msg13136083)</strong><br/><br/><strong>CLIENT</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Claiming Chantal for the evening<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chantal<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Araxis either hadn't realized that he hadn't been accepted as a regular with a tab, or had forgotten.  Either way, it did nothing to his gaze, the focused stare that caught upon her, the feel of her body against his suit.  He almost understood what she meant: Chantal seemed to have this allure about her to make the actual discussion of bargaining seem cheap and unnecessary.  He would certainly pay his bills, with a proper tip, but it was currently far from his mind.<br/><br/>As they walked up, he took a brief look around the room.  Azurite.  It was a hint, or a test.  He wouldn't have much trouble procuring one for her if she liked, or several, to be able to thank her and seek her favor in other ways.<br/><br/>Araxis did not carry women across the threshold.  He had a different interpretation of love, and not one humans would readily agree with if he discussed it.  When a woman truly thought only of him, even when she performed other tasks and regardless of who she gave herself to, then she was truly his.  For now, he would claim her body.<br/><br/>He kept a hold on her hand to guide her inside, and once she was inside, got to work on quickly undressing her.  The suit he wore simply began to molt and slough off his body, causing a few things from his pockets like a money bag to fall onto the floor in a growing heap.  He could collect them later; the suit itself would continue to disintegrate over the course of hours, leaving little more than a few glittering, azure scales.<br/><br/>Underneath, he was as built and muscular as he felt underneath the coat, powerful but mostly hairless, and completely unscarred.  He was also erect, and grinned at her.  "Get on the bed."  A glitter in his eyes dictated that he had control of himself, but not much.  If she refused him now, he would force her, but he would rather she just cooperated.