<div class="floatleft">(https://img.wattpad.com/0a2a42bae1d8e0e0b68310f295ae92307c4c6828/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f676e54456a75646a59774c4167773d3d2d3430343135353730312e313462393032396238363265363734363838363238333336323836362e6a7067?s=fit&amp;w=720&amp;h=720)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ursula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15710918#msg15710918)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Long sleeve black romper with several sexy cut outs, black open toe heels and designer bag (https://i.pinimg.com/474x/eb/a7/2d/eba72d42a00d481055b9b1af5026c864.jpg)<br/><strong>Date|Time:</strong>December 1<sup>st</sup>| Approximately 1AM<br/><strong>Location:</strong><em>The Riptide</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">For many, the fall of night is when the day fades away into nothingness and peaceful sleep awaits them with open arms. Yet, for others, the sun setting in the London sky is merely the start of their day. Among these few night creatures, one might count the wicked sea witch Ursula; equally dastardly as she is curvaceous. <br/><br/>Even now as the clock creeps past midnight and crawls ever closer to one in the morning, Ursula is just settling into her routine at the Riptide. <br/><br/>You see, the Riptide pays homage to the watery depths Ursula calls home and the blue and purple hues dance beautifully across the scantily clad staff that swim to and fro. Even along the VIP balcony, the tinted lights reach out over the pool where an employee wears a pair of purple shells and a bright green tail. Her natural red hair is mere happenstance, of course. Though the establishment is a gentlemen's club by nature, Ursula is also in the business of striking up a good bargain. <br/><br/>'Good', however, can be somewhat subjective. <br/><br/>Amethyst irises watch on this night as a blonde man is escorted away from Ursula by her two trusty bodyguards. As he is dragged away kicking and screaming like a child, he yells out profanities and makes very clear how he feels about Ursula. <br/><br/><em>"You're fucking crazy! You hear me? A crazy bitch! Stay away from my Dottie!"</em> <br/><br/>With a chuckle, Ursula gives her head a shake and sips her martini. The two intimidating men return before her after having cast the man outside, silently awaiting their next command. Clicking her tongue, Ursula stands from her seat. <strong>"Oh, my dear, dear poopsies. I suppose he just didn't want to hear that his dear old Dottie came to Mama Ursula of her own accord."</strong> She paused to pinch one of their cheeks affectionately, her gaze locked on the outdoor pseudo mermaid swimming for the patrons amusement. <strong>"Ah, well. Send in the next one, my dears."</strong></span>