This game contains<del>nuts</del>[Ex]<br/><br/>Ingredients: ((tba as played))<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Lizard’s Lounge was a club Bedlam would sooner avoid, if she could. She thought it was too calm, too sedate. There were things that wouldn’t dance to her tune – and some things that knew her too well. One of those was the mo she had a deal with.<br/><br/>Bedlam hadn’t been able to hold up her side of the deal. There had been things seeking her in the city, and she’s had to use all her cunning to outwit them. The one time she had approached the club, she had almost walked into a trap, so had gone to ground instead. A kitsune in human form bled power hard, but a kitsune in fox form was only a fox. It had been a close thing, and if the prince had been any less proud he would have used the Wild Hunt which nothing could hide from – but he hadn’t, and his own seekers were no match for her.<br/><br/>If he looked for her again, she would suspect someone had told him what she could do that his many other lovers seemed to be incapable of. It had to be some big cosmic fuck-up that she was the only kitsune that so-called prince had ever come across. He had thought her kind were long extinct, which was lucky for her. He hadn’t realised he could knock her up easier than he could any human and not dilute his precious sidhe bloodline with mortal tendencies.<br/><br/>Having kits was not on her list of things-to-do-with-a-sidhe. She didn’t want to let the sidhe have such a hold on her – plus, he would let her have any fun for the duration. Months of being fat and unfucked… she didn’t think so.<br/><br/>But avoiding that fate had made her immediate future quite precarious. It wasn’t that she had welshed the deal with the mo – she wasn’t retarded – but it was unclear where they stood now. The deal was Bedlam had to give the mo a year’s worth of breath. She hadn’t said it had to be on consecutive days, or that there couldn’t be gaps… but Bedlam knew it wouldn’t be taken well without warning.<br/><br/>The kitsune was here, though. In the mo’s territory. Dressed as flamboyantly as she always did – gold heels adding inches to her short height; her legs looking paler than they had the last time she had been in the Lizard’s Lounge two weeks ago; a dark green skirt a fraction too short and flashing her frilly gold and green knickers; a heavy bustle of peacock feathers falling in a train down her legs to drag on the floor and tickling all the way; a bra of gold filigree held her breasts, thin chains holding it to her; her sandy red hair was caught back and frothed; her eyes were shadowed with emerald. As she moved, her signature silver bells rang prettily, though they were not visible. The gold clashed with her hair, but not too badly.<br/><br/>Her style was eclectic and eye catching. She wanted to be noticed, and enjoyed the attention she gathered. Walking into the club, she got several looks but no open stares. She sighed. She could preen and strut with the best of them, but she couldn’t gather any more power than she had now. It was frustrating to go from being the elite in one group to the dregs of another – another reason she disliked this club.<br/><br/>She tried not to hunch her shoulders and looked around, hoping Kyukiko was in a forgiving mood.<br/>