<em>Dark-Dale Lester: October 16th 12:15 AM- Fucking Gulch</em><br/><br/>Dark leaned in, placing his hand gently on Orchid’s hip as she kissed each of his cheeks in turn, greeting him warmly. His jaw tightened, however, as Orchid whispered into his ear. She was brushing him off, even though he hadn’t even decided who would be his first conquest, much less asked her to be that conquest. She was polite, and mentioned that perhaps later in the night would be more opportune.<br/><br/>Orchid had assumed that Dark’s greeting was a proposition, and he despised having assumptions made about him.<br/><br/>Dark said nothing as Orchid directed her attention to the young man sitting nearby, instead looking to the other end of the bar where Indigo was standing. She looked radiant, dressed in shimmering black negligee with her breasts exquisitely pressed up and together, cleaving remarkably well in spite of being more subtle than many of the other girls’ breasts. The color looked splendid on her nubile frame, and it seemed so obvious that tonight was an Indigo night.<br/><br/>Indigo would pay the price for Orchid’s indiscretion.<br/><br/>Pouring the last of the water down his throat, Dark rose to move over to where Indigo was standing. He took the glass full of ice with him and ever so gently slid the edge of the cold, condensating glass along the small of Indigo’s well-defined, exposed back.<br/><br/>When Indigo reacted and spun to face him, Dark slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her against his own body.<br/><br/>“Good Evening, Indigo.” Dark said softly, no longer wearing the façade of false modesty and polite mannerisms. “I’ve booked the Dungeon upstairs and I’d like for you to follow me there. Now.”