<div class="floatleft">(https://s019.radikal.ru/i620/1611/95/da0a97f5a50f.jpg)</div><strong>Character Name:</strong><strong>Lucifer Morningstar</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304004.msg14845965#msg14845965)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday 29th April 2019 -- Midday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Perth, Australia --<strong>Lux Main Floor</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/50/59/d0/5059d0c7eeeaeeed855cf819301623be.jpg)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><strong>This Tuxedo</strong>(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/f2/cf/83/f2cf831d29b18792b6d8fd5230fc9a25.jpg)<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Koriand'r / Closed<br/><strong>Warnings:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Her reaction was - he had to admit - rather gratifying. He'd decorated Lux in such a way as to inspire awe and envy within anybody who set foot within its walls, to give it a sense of grandiose style and sleek fashion that would make it the hotspot of whatever city it happened to be located in at the time, which had proven to be more difficult than he'd anticipated. Humans were a fussy lot, and even his aeons of experience were of no use when it came to predicting what kinds of insane interior designs the humans would find stylish, trendy and fancy on any given day. So, he'd had to hire an interior decorator to discuss things with, and they'd settled on the "Modern Classic" look, trusting that an understated, subtly wealthy elegance would end up being a more timeless look; instead of chasing fads, they had decided to stick with what worked, and make certain that instead of following the trends, Lux was the one<em>setting</em>them. And to a great degree, it had worked; every evening their books were full for dinner and during the night, there were lines around the block to get in and enjoy the music and the drinks. It was tough running a restaurant and bar, he had to admit, but he was doing a pretty good job so far.<br/><br/>Yes yes, his profits would be higher if he focused on one specific aspect rather than trying to blend the two together, but...well, why did he care about money? He just cared about having a good time and alleviating his aeons-long boredom. And frankly? Running Lux the way he was was interesting, and he always had his pick of the attractive young humans who came to his club looking for a good time. Funnily enough, being handsome, witty, charming, wealthy and the owner of the club tended to persuade the more sexually liberated humans into joining him upstairs for a few hours. Humans were not usually able to keep up with him very well, naturally, but he found that many of them didn't need to be; they were quite happy to let him take care of things and follow his directions. More often than not, they ended up turning out to be wearing some form of religious paraphernalia, which amused him no end; he wondered what that sweet Christian girl-gone-wild would say if she knew just who she got her brains fucked out by every Friday night? The thought was amusing to him. Of course, he was nothing like the Devil as portrayed by the Bible - and he found it offensive that that was the common conception of what he was like - but he supposed that humans had their superstitions, and Father had a much better PR Department than he did. Starting with the fact, of course, that He had one in the first place.<br/><br/>Not that he really needed one. He was able to get along just fine on his own, considering how charming he was, and he didn't need the love or adulation of humans to be comfortable with who he was. The simple fact of the matter was that he had created Lux to appeal to people, and apparently, it had the desired effect; he was rather pleased with the young ladies reaction - especially her metaphor - and rather happily guided her to a nearby table as she was evidently puzzling over his attempt at a joke, only glancing over briefly at the loud sound of clattering cups and plates. He gestured absently, and a pair of other servers who were passing through hurried to help the poor girl clean up the mess. Normally he'd not be too impressed, but considering his company...well, he couldn't say he blamed her for her startled reaction. He simply gave the girl a pointed look as she left, to which she blushed before scurrying off back into the staff back-corridors. He was curious what this "Kneading Ritual" was, but that sort of exchange could be had over dinner. So instead of pressing the matter, he escorted her to a nearby table on a raised dais overlooking the floor tables before the stage - which would be cleared away before the club was opened that night - and pulled her chair out for her to sit down.<br/><br/><strong>"It is tradition,"</strong>he said by way of explanation,<strong>"For some cultures on Earth to pull the chair out for a lady to aid her in sitting down. A silly tradition, but one nonetheless that you must learn to expect if you ever have dinner with a male who has some degree of interest in you."</strong>He paused momentarily to duplicate her own action - hands clasped before him in a perfect approximation of what she'd done; her cultures greeting? Probably, from the context, which meant that he should probably return it else he appear rude - before offering a sly smile. He extended his hand as if for another shake, but as she gave him her palm, he turned her hand on the spot - palm down - and leaned down in a sweeping bow and grazed his lips across the back of her hand. She was warm to the touch, radiating heat at a much higher level than most humans did - practically pouring off a scalding heat that would have shocked him had he been mortal - which he, personally, found delectable. He hummed softly, vibrating his lips on her hand as he allowed his own body temperature to rise in response, searing the back of her hand with his own heat before pulling away.<br/><br/><strong>"Another tradition,"</strong>he explained,<strong>"For when humans meet Royalty...or an exceptionally attractive young woman. You, of course, meet both criteria."</strong>He gave her a sly smile as he slid into his seat opposite her.<strong>"It's a pleasure to meet you, Princess. Lucifer is perfectly acceptable, yes."</strong>Well...he'd just found her new nickname, at least. He could mention that technically he was a Prince as well, but...nah. This was more fun, and he'd retired, so he'd effectively abdicated. He thought that was how it worked, anyway. Not that he cared either way, of course. He tucked himself into his chair, smoothing down his suit jacket and lifting a bemused, wry eyebrow at her questions; rooms upstairs being reserved for coitus? What an odd question. Considering her forwardness in kissing earlier, her attire and now this...well, it was obvious that Tamaran was much more sexually liberated than Earth was. How fascinating. He'd have to make it a point to visit one of these days, just to see how open and public about it it was.<strong>"No, they aren't,"</strong>he said, laughing lightly.<br/><br/><strong>"They're reserved for my employees. If they wish to take somebody there for a good time, however, they're allowed to at their own discretion."</strong>He gave her a quick up-down look, his eyes dragging over her curves and the gentle curvature of her face. She really was one hell of a specimen...and he could already tell that the cultural differences between Tamaran and Earth were going to be an endless source of amusement. He just couldn't wait to see what her reaction was when she found out about the dichotomy of human sexuality.<strong>"You will find rather quickly that humans are far less...public and open about their sexuality. Humans are very sexual creatures, and behind closed doors they are often exceptionally flexible in what they'll sample, but in public? In 'Polite' conversation? They are far more reserved. It's almost as if they're faintly embarrassed about the whole affair. Thankfully, I do not suffer from the same such condition. I wear my desires on my sleeve, as it were."</strong>He allowed himself another roving glance of her body, before catching her eye and giving her a teasing wink. He chuckled softly once more, and gestured to a passing server, who promptly scurried off to find them some menus, some wine and to let the chef know that the boss and his guest were going to eat.<br/><br/>In the meantime, he figured...well, he should probably explain what Lux actually was.<strong>"But to answer your question. Most human establishments that deal with food and drink fall into one of a few categories. You have your restaurants and cafes, who focus on meals, and you have your bars, pubs and nightclubs that focus on alcohol. Restaurants are for 'full' meals - the quality and pricerange vary, of course - and cafe's are more for lunches and smaller snacks. Bars are for a quiet drink with friends, whereas nightclubs are where you go for loud music, exuberant dancing, copious amounts of alcohol and a more...base, primal experience. If you happen to meet somebody at a bar or club that you wish to...reserve for coitus-"</strong>he gave her another wink at his phrasing,<strong>"-you tend to go back to one of your private homes. Lux is...an oddity amongst human businesses. We serve food during the afternoon and early evening, acting as a sort of restaurant and more expensive wine bar, before we reopen for the late evening and early morning as a raunchy nightclub. Sophisticated and posh during the day, you see, and thoroughly debauched when the sun sets and all of the <em>boring</em> people have gone to bed."</strong>He laughed softly.<strong>"I get bored easily, you see. I require a great deal of...variety to remain interested. Alas, it seems that humans struggle to keep up with me. I might have to start looking further afield to find somebody who can satisfy me."</strong>He lifted a teasing eyebrow. And Princess Starfire Koriand'r here? She seemed to be<em>exceptionally</em>varied...and he was<em>very</em>interested in where she might go later. In general, of course - this world would prove to be far more interesting with one such as her in it - but also...well, with him, specifically. He might not be Mortal, but he was still alive and he was still a man, after all! He'd have to be a fool not to take the shots he was offered. And he was many things...but a fool was not one of them.