Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]
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				Title: <strong>Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Exiled</strong> on <strong>11-04-2010, 16:06:36</strong>
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				The sounds of violence echoed through a penthouse apartment in a sleepless city. The name of the city hardly mattered, not when so much of it took place so far away, in many locations other than this one. Anyway, they were realistic sounds, to say the least. The voice of an Australian woman was strong and commanding when the gunshots stopped echoing through the open rooms in the large living space that was a rich bachelor pad, it was a voice much like one would imagine hearing had Nick Fury been female, "Any last words... <strong>Captain</strong> Chaos?" This was followed by the sound of a man blubbering and incoherently pleading for mercy. Two high caliber gunshots then echoed through the room, and a smirk formed on the face of Ender Starr, the infamous female-to-male transsexual gamer, as blood distorted the first person view of a slain commando outlined by futuristic goggle vision on the massive, slightly curved plasma television he was lounging in front of. He had designed nearly all the ins and outs of this game, and this was the release night of the online functions. He was a rich man, but only recently so. The memories of being a quiet girl named Erin, living in a rural community with an abusive foster family never really left him, but moments like these eased that pain. He severed the digital image of his online opponent's hand, and then equipped his knife to skillfully mutilate the body's head, all the better to remove its eye. These two body parts would come in handy for entering the fallen opponent's base upon next log in. With the night still young and the man who had dominated the leader board ruined, the game's creator logged out and pulled up a foldaway keyboard after stowing the controller in a charging compartment hidden in the arm of the recliner. He sat up and pulled up the browser he used on his supercomputer.<br><br>"Hm... some posts." Ender scrolled through the custom browser on her own private email server, deleting emails at a wild pace, even ignoring messages from family members and dating sites until one stood out and she read its title aloud, which made the browser select it by voice command, "Exclusive Invitation, R-S-V-P." He glanced at the sender name a moment. "Hm... Red Star Adult Entertainment?" There was a brief shrug of his naked shoulders, before he commanded in his strong, effeminate tone, "Open." The email was easy to read on the massive screen, and yet its reader pulled out a pair of expensive glasses and placed them on his face to read it all the better. He couldn't help enjoy hearing his girlish voice murmur each of his favorite parts, causing the computer to highlight them and scroll each time, "Exclusive beta membership... Gothic setting, with authentic structure and furniture... Free exotic entertainment, including one in house escort of choice... No public act too indecent..." The rest of the message was just a bonus compared to what really interested the upstart video game tycoon.<br><br>Thirty minutes later, he stepped out of his solid black 1967 Ford Mustang in his best black tuxedo and top hat, both complimented by red trimming, and tossed his keys to a fairly young valet. The valet caught them by the correct key, and he looked overjoyed to be driving an American muscle even if it was just to park it. The structure Ender stepped casually toward was ominous and decorated in statues of weeping angels and gargoyles. The only entrance was guarded by armed men wearing business suits. Each wore light shades to reduce glare, and had an earbug for better communication. Being a military veteran, Ender could tell that the men were, simply put, military veterans as well. "What's the code phrase?" the eldest of them exclaimed when the dark figure approached. Ender raised his head, and he realized as thunder boomed and raindrops started to pattern on the brim of his hat, that his entrance was perfectly timed for drama. Keeping a straight face, he milked it for all it was worth as he showed such a face to these guards, his feminine voice rasping like a true goth, "I've come to sin under the light of a Red Star." The guards froze a moment as they were truly intimidated, but their leader smiled as he handed Ender a shimmering silver card before exchanging cryptic words. "You are the first, and lead a way down the darkest path of all." The gaming genius gazed at the card, as a few raindrops bounced off of it. It was a premium membership card, and he gave it little thought as he entered the lobby. The furniture was antiquated, but well maintained. The only modern thing in the room were an entrance and exit, both locked by electronic keycard devices. Ender imagined massive magnetic locks barring anyone from intruding.<br><br>The woman at the main desk of the lobby was standing at a large round desk that looked to be straight from the nineteenth century, and yet she was surrounded by the glow of roughly a dozen computer monitors and had a modified M14 rifle strapped to her back. It offset her Victorian era dress in a way Ender found strangely arousing. "Please scan your card and enter, Master Starr. Just be warned... you won't exit as the man you were before," the lobby matron mentioned with a sly wink. The wink was returned, and Ender went as far as to tip his hat to such a woman before slipping the card quickly through the device. The magnets shifted loudly in the wall, and the door swung forward, allowing the first patron of Red Star to step into the club itself. There was an open bar with a wise looking tender, surrounded by fine beauties of varying cultures, each dressed as goth upper class bar wenches of the time period the club was bringing back to life. And yet, the lighting, which looked as old as that time, flickered and strobed in places to the beat of the dark, modern music. The dance floor seemed authentic to that time as well, and yet it was lit by panels just underneath the carpet that alternated colors to match the complexity of the music. Most of the furniture seemed in order, and yet a few pieces of it were nailed up side down to the ceiling, or poked out of the wall. Some were even suspended from nearly invisible cables and seemed to hover about. It did "down the rabbit's hole" justice, because the DJ looked light a mad hatter in every respect, and a girl in a white bunny leotard with a matching headband was leaning against him in an act of worship to his authentic skill on the mixing board.<br><br>Ender stepped up to the device and pulled a money clip loaded with five twenty dollar bills from his coat. He had half expected to leave this club and go to his favorite, but he was ready to test the DJ on an important track. "Blue Monday, and give it the sweet, sweet voice of The Birthday Massacre," the gamer commanded. The current track faded, and the electric lightening of the track display glinted off of the handsome DJ's eyes as he found what he needed. The heavy electronic track broke the brief silence, and a few instruments from another song joined the mix, and were gradually distorted to match the beat. The one listener slowed smirked, then grinned as the mix improved. The money clip rattled across the face of the custom electronics, and Ender tilted his hat and began to dance. The song would reach its climax in four minutes, in which he would shameless break dance to the very end, and throw his money clip at the DJ with all the velocity of a weapon. The dexterous hand of the skilled music mixer caught it with ease. "Hand me your membership card, and I will record it onto that," the DJ offered with a demure smile.<br><br>Soon, a bar wench took Ender's hat and coat, and he was seated at a lone table with a good view of a somewhat operatic styled stage. The girl primped Ender's jet black hair and marveled at his naturally violet eyes before pulling his seat out for him. She then pushed him close to the table and leaned forward a little, showing a bit of cleavage for the guest while holding out a pen and paper to take an order. "You are early, Master, and so you have first pick of escorts and the first drink, which will become the day's special. And if you prefer escorts of the male persuasion..." she perked in a husky, seductive voice. "Bring your youngest, palest female escort and dress her in the blackest of black," Ender said with a wry smirk. "Oh-ho-hohh~ How delightfully deviant, Master! And what would you have her drink with you?" the particularly busty bar wench asked, her pen going wild in the excitement. "Warm Bloody Mary, with a stalk of celery to garnish," Ender replied, appreciating the humor of his choice as it referred both to vegans and vampires. The giggling caused those two gorgeous breasts to jiggle, and one easy to humor bar wench was soon running toward the bar, nearly staggering once in her high heels. It was clear Ender had gained a lot of attention from the staff, because there was both laughter and cheering behind the bar.<br><br>A moment later, Ender had both of his feet propped up on the table, ankles crossed, and was lazy in the aftermath of some fresh wheat bread he had been offered with his first drink. A shy voice came from the dark behind him with the sound of the clearing of her throat. "My name is Dahlia... and I am here for your pleasure in your journey through darkness, Master Starr," the stoic voice of the girl in the shadows finally said. Ender listened to her quiet breathing for a moment, testing the behavior of the escort. She was clearly waiting to be spoken to. The genius gamer, aged of thirty-six years, settled with more poise upon his seat. He knew the girl had to have been no more than eighteen years of age, and perhaps as young as sixteen. And yet, the transsexual allowed his deviant smirk to return. "Have a seat."<br><br>The girl revealed herself as she stepped into the isolated light of the lone table, a girl who clearly was the age of sixteen but was covered shoulder to shoulder, breast to pubis, thigh to ankle in tribal tattoos. Her black hair was worn in such long, voluminously curled pigtails and she wore so little clothing. Ender's eyes scanned the girl from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. Blood red eye contacts, a black tube top, a black miniature skirt with completely unnecessary little petticoats, a seductive garter belt, suggestive fishnet stockings and pumps made from fine glass were all that adorned the beautiful, naturally pale girl. "The... other seat," Ender's voice commanded again. But there was only one other seat at the table for two. And so, Dahlia took that seat on the patron's lap, and reclined back against him. She blushed as she settled on top of the bulge under the man born woman's pants, but she still managed to relax.<br><br>A familiar face stepped from the darkening dim between the tables, and the bar wench from before blushed as well to see the escort of choice getting comfortable. She set two more Bloody Marys on the table and took an empty glass. He fingernail tapped one of the drinks with a wink at the escort who was old enough to seduce, but too young to drink. And with that, she sashayed away patiently, more than happy to give Ender a view of her full hips swaying in thanks for a generous twenty dollar tip. The escort and the veteran gone gamer had a short conversation about their careers, and it was a time in which Ender discovered that the girl had been a young drug addict, and that the owner had saved her from an early suicide. The girl purposefully sipped the alcoholic of the two beverages with her client, and they became friends despite Ender's helpless arousal. He did not order her to please him, but made the most of introductions for now because the night was still so very young. The next guests were arriving, one at a time, occupying the neighboring tables a fair distance away from each other in the romantic setting. Their presence was hardly noticed by the two in the corner, who were happily blushing and chattering away.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 06:15:05</strong>
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				Lydia Krinn was prepared to experience a miracle. An event so rare that it should be worshipped, and would be thought about for weeks to come.<br><br>She had the day off.<br><br>The 23 year old was excited about her day off, as she usually spent her 'not work days' doing homework, or cleaning her cheap apartment. Lydia had wondered what it felt like to just sleep away the day, lazing about in bed in her undies, dulling her mind with television. And that was exactly her plan, too. Waking up late, late being 10:00 am, the hopelessly single woman pulled her laptop off of her nearby desk, and fired it up. Stretching lanquidly while the computer booted, she waited until it was ready to listen to what she wanted, and opened up the internet. Only half of her favorite webcomics updated since she had last checked them, and her email was seemingly full of spam. "Hmmm... Penis enlargement? Sure! Make my penis bigger. Like a freakin 2 liter bottle. Hehe... Victoria's Secret? Too expensive, but comfy... School spam? Bleh." Talking to herself was not an uncommon occurance, especially when by herself. Being alone in a quiet room always eventually brought her wandering thoughts back to her childhood. Back to the times where she had burned herself on the stove trying to make herself dinner when she was 5, because her father was too drunk to feed her. Or to the many occasions when she would return home from school and be forced to listen to her mother having sex with a different man this week. Breaking the silence by talking to herself helped to push those memories away, or at least keep her from spending too much time reminiscing... She clicked the next link blindly, the mouse click breaking her reverie with a red and gold stationary-esque image on her screen. It was pretty, but looked just like high quality spam. "Red Star Adult Entertainment, huh? Exclusive invitation to where, your porn site?" She scrolled further down the page, skimming over the message. "Wow... Is this for real?" She scoffs it off, and climbs out of bed, scratching an itch on her thigh as she wanders into the bathroom.<br><br>Staring at herself in the mirror, the sound of the shower spraying next to her warming up, Lydia gives herself the Once-Over. Her dirty blonde hair reaches her mid back, but it is unstyled, just usually kept as a ponytail. Her blue eyes look exhausted, but she just woke up about half an hour ago. She still looks young, but she thinks she can see the beginning of worry lines near her eyes and soft lips, which only get larger as she frowns and looks lower on her reflection, her belly pouched out from her lack of exercise and bad eating habits. Lydia hated being overweight, even though people told her that she isnt fat, that it's all in her head. Her thighs were thick too, and men always looked at her 'ghetto booty' instead of her fairly unimpressive b-cup. She was envious of those other girls she sees at work, where the extra weight they gained went straight to their chest instead of their ass. With a small sigh, she took off her undies and bra, throwing them casually on the floor and stepped into the shower, letting the water run through her hair and washing away all the negative thoughts and emotions shes been dragging up today. "Maybe I should go to that tittie bar that that email was advertising. Even if the guys there are drunk, at least they would think I'm sexy enough to hit on me." Shaking the depressing thoughts from her head again, she pondered on that email. "The club isn't too far away... In the historic districts... And it's free... well, other than the cab to get there..." Lydia stops talking to herself as she scrubs her hair, trying not to get shampoo in her mouth as she rinses it out, and turns the shower off. She gets dressed in some of the few non-work uniform clothes she has, layered blue and white camisoles, khaki cargo pants that are kinda tight on her thighs, cute socks with clouds on them, and her running shoes. Looking at the clock, she realized that she still has time to burn, and heads off to spend time at the mall, window shopping and eating.<br><br>A cab pulls up to the historic building and she climbs out, paying the cabbie with a nice tip. She opens the email she printed out, protecting it from the light rain, so Lydia could verify the location, and look at the pass phrase. Huge bouncers were standing at the doorway, staring her down. She looked about meekly, and stepped closer to the men at the door. "What's the code phrase?" The softly spoken, yet intimidating voice came from the biggest of the bouncers. "Umm.. I got this email ad from your club and it.. " "What's the code phrase?" Lydia turns red from both fright and shyness, and reads it straight off the page. "They-I have come to sin under the light of a red star..." The big guy offers her what appears to be a platinum credit card, and she takes it. "You travel a dark path, little girl... Will you be able to handle it?" The other bouncer asks ominously as she passes by them and into the club. <br><br>Protected from the rain, she looks at the silver card in her hands, the front having the logo for Red Star Adult Entertainment, and the back a magnetic strip, her name, and what appears to be some kind of security type barcode or something. The receptionist at the front clears her throat to get Lydia's attention, and she startles a bit. Haughtily, the receptionist states, "This establishment has a dress code. Please swipe your card, Mistress Krinn, and I will have one of the staff escort you to the wardrobe." Lydia swipes the card, and a young woman wearing a victorian tea gown softly takes her by the elbow. "This way, Miss." As the beautiful escort guides her to a back set of rooms, she asks "How did she know my name? I thought this was a titty bar. Why was the receptionist carrying a gun?" "Shhhhh... Its for your safetly dear. Now, lets see." She looks Lydia up and down, and goes to a nearby clothing rack, pulling a dress bag off of the rack. "Take off those clothes, and put this on. Its going to fit very loosely until I can lace you up." Lydia stands there dumbly, taken aback by how things are going. The escort waits patiently for Lydia, despite her not moving. "You want me... to get undressed?" "Yes, Miss. Will you require assistance?" "Umm... no?" Lydia sets her messenger bag down that she uses as a purse,&nbsp; and starts to take the camisoles off. As she lifts the tops over her head, she hears something move, and when shes done, her bag is no longer next to her on the floor, and the escort is over by a set of lockers, putting it away. "Hey! What are you doing?!" "Securing your belongings, Miss. Accessories will be provided with the clothing." She turns a key on the locker, and places the key next to Lydia where the bag was. "You may return here at any time to gather your things, Miss." Lydia finishes undressing, and opens the dress bag, revealing a beautiful violet gown, frilled in white and black lace. "Oh wow... Its gorgeous...." She pulls it out, and slips it on, noticing that the neck line plunges well below her breasts, leaving them exposed, and that the tummy area has no lace or decorations. "Umm, is this how it goes?" "Yes Miss, now please breathe in slowly." The escort slipped around behind her while she was putting the dress on, and pulls a black and violet laced corset around Lydia, clasping it shut and pulling the laces taut. "Oof. How tight is this supposed to be?" "Please inform me if you cannot breathe, Miss. Then I have to pull one more time after that." Lydia's exclaimation was preempted by a tugging of the strings, the corset constricting around her midsection and pulling the wind out of her. "Can't... breathe..." One last yank, and the laces are tied and tucked away. The escort starts to style Lydia's hair as she learns how to breathe while wearing a corset, and notices that the corset has turned what little cleavage she has into something gorgeous. Lydia turns to look at the escort just as she finishes pinning her hair up with a tiny hat, and drops the locker key into the cleft of Lydia's cleavage. "Please hold that close, Miss. We cannot unlock your locker without that key. Would you like makeup, or should we finish with matching shoes?" "Uhh, shoes will be fine. I'm not much with makeup." "You under state your beauty, Miss, but it is not my place to chide you for it. Can you walk in tall heels?" "Kinda," Lydia responds. The escort opens a drawer beside the clothing rack, and calls back to Lydia, "Miss, what size shoe are you?" "Eight." She reaches into the drawer, and pulls out what can only be described as witches boots. Soft black leather to calf length, violet lacing, pointed toe, 5 inch stilleto heel. She guides Lydia to a chair, and pulls off her shoes. "Cute socks, Miss." She smiles and pulls the socks up a bit, then puts the boots on and laces them for Lydia. Standing now to 6'1 in those heels, she stares at herself at a nearby full length mirror. "I-I-I... wow..." The escort just smiles, and hands Lydia a small violet purse. "Your cell phone and wallet are in the bag. Please enjoy yourself, Miss. The dress is yours to keep." Lydia stares at the escort until she is quietly led back to the front desk, and then to the club main.<br><br>Passing a set of large wooden doors, Lydia steps into the club proper, mouth agape at the the decor. The whole club had a raunchy version of Alice in Wonderland kind of feel, with scantily clad men and women just waiting for guests to serve. The DJ and his assistant were the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit, and she carefully picked her way over to a table near the dance floor, sitting down so that she had less chance to fall in those heels. She looked around, seeing only the staff here, except for one person reclining at another table, with a beautiful young girl perched apon his lap.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>12-04-2010, 15:42:19</strong>
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				It was another rather dull day for Gabriella Miller. But she actually kinda liked it that way. It felt good to be out of the hustle and bustle of Los Angeles and away from the occasional paparazzi trying to take a quick shot or two at her. She was dressed rather comfortably as she came home from work, a dark red hoodie and some loose fitting jeans. Stepping into her apartment building, she stopped to check the mail, sifting through it a little as she climbed the stairs up to her door.<br><br>She sighed as she entered, tossing her bag upon a nearby chair, walking towards the back where her bedroom was, leaving the mail, all of it either bills or junk, upon the dining room table. She flipped open the laptop sitting on her dresser, browsing through her email as she began to take off her shoes and get a little more comfortable, when one in particular caught her eye. "Huh," she thought. "Wonder if mom had anything to do with this..." She rolled her eyes a little at the thought, then headed off towards the kitchen to fix herself some dinner. Though she tried not to think about it much, the contents of the email stayed within the back of her head all night. At least the event wasn't until tomorrow.<br><br>Gabriella slept in late the next day, not having to go to work that morning. First thing she did was fix herself a bit of coffee, then returned to her laptop, looking over that strange email again. "You know what? Why the hell not. It's not like I have anything better to do tonight." She paused, reading over the invitation and writing the address down. "Goth, huh? Well, when in Rome, I guess." With that thought, she set her cup of coffee down, and walked over to the spare bedroom, pulling out a large plastic bin, sifting through clothes that had been folded up and stashed away, all seemingly in various shades of black, before finally setting a few items on the bed. "Haven't worn this stuff in years..."<br><br>After lunch, she made an impromptu visit to the nail saloon, getting hers done over in a shiny black polish, and spent most of the afternoon basically killing time until the evening approached. When the time came, the outfit she had picked out earlier was moved from the spare bedroom to the main one, and Gabriella stood before the mirror looking at herself in a black lace bra with matching panties. She leaned forward, looking at her shoulder length brunette hair, wishing she had time to dye it jet black again before this evenings activities. The though was pushed aside, however, as she reached over to the bed, first sliding on a long black lace petticoat, and then a black tiered skirt overtop of that, both almost touching the floor. She paused a moment to smooth it out, and then reached for her top, another black number, the chest and torso area a solid black with a lowcut scooped neckline, while the shoulders and sleeves were a sheer black lace.<br><br>Though she wasn't quite done, she took a moment to put on her makeup. She kept it fairly simple, though it was still rather striking when it was all done. Some dark red, almost black, lipstick, as well as some smokey eyeshadow. Satisfied with her look, she picked up a black patent leather underbust corset, slipping it around her waist to bring the whole outfit together, and clasped it in place, reaching behind her to pull the laces tight and tie them off. It took a few minutes for her to get used to having the corset around her again, but after becoming more comfortable with it, she sat down, putting on a pair of knee high chunky heeled boots, laced up the front. Oh sure, with the length of her skirt, few people would probably see them, but she didn't care, she loved those boots.<br><br>Everything was just about done, when she stopped in front of the mirror for one final touch. She slid a pair of contacts into her eyes, looking around a little to make sure they were in the right place. The white on the contacts blocked out the color of her iris, leaving only the black pupil showing. Sometimes it was the little things that made the most impact.<br><br>It was a little past six when she was finally finished. She grabbed a small back bag which hand her ID, some cash, and some makeup for touchups throughout the night, and headed out the door. The rain didn't start until she was halfway there. Thankfully, she did keep an umbrella in the car. Her dark green Land Rover pulled up in front of the club, and the door cracked open, enough for the umbrella to come out and open up, before she stepped out, holding up her skirt a bit to ensure it didn't get wet should she step in a wayward puddle. While the valet drove her car away, she hurried under the awning of the place, closing up her umbrella before looking up at the bouncers. Before they could even ask her, Gabriella spoke up. "I've come to sin under the light of a red star."<br><br>One of them commented on her eyes before handing her the platinum card and opened the door to allow the woman entrance. When she saw the receptionist, the gun on her back scared her a little, and she secretly hope the thing was merely a prop. The exchange went pretty fast, since Gaby didn't want to hang around the woman with the large gun too long. The card was swiped, and her umbrella was taken behind the desk and stored away for safe keeping.<br><br>Upon entering the main room of the club itself, she stood near the entrance, gazing all around her. While the screwed up Alice in Wonderland theme did lend itself to an interesting visual, she couldn't help but feel a bit like Alice herself, tumbling down the rabbithole.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 17:19:29</strong>
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				Martin Pullham looked at the email again. Spam, perhaps? A scam of some kind? He ought to just hit delete, but it was tempting enough that he thought about it anyway. It was, well, it was tempting. He hadn't had much of an opportunity for a social life since moving to the city, and setting up his new school had taken all his time and effort. Drumming his fingers on his desk as he re-read the email once more.<br><br><em>Fuck it</em>, he said to himself, and hit 'reply' and began to compose his RSVP. <em>What's the worst that can happen?</em><br><br>His life had been a blur, and Martin figured he had earned some fun – if the universe was cooperating, so much the better. He had only just opened his multi-discipline school for the martial arts, after devoting more than a decade to learning as much of the way of combat as he could, and the stress was telling on him. No friends to share his success with, either, not for a couple of hundred miles – but he hadn't had much choice, he had to set up his school where the demand was, and that meant well away from the schools he had learnt at.<br><br>So perhaps another time he would have turned down the offer. But not today, not when he was full of the joy of having succeeded in opening his own hall, and the loneliness of having no one to share that with. Today he would take the chance that there was a scam involved, and see the fun of the event.<br><br>Rising, he went to dress for the occasion. The theme was not one he went for often, but he wasn't going to go without making an effort, so he searched his wardrobe for something suitable. It would not be stunning, but black leather pants and a loose black shirt did suit his tall, muscular body and he had been told he looked good in them. He smiled at himself in the mirror, both amused that he was doing this and looking forward to it. <br><br>It was just after six when he arrived, walking up the bouncers and feeling their gaze as he approached. Serious security, he realised, adding up the subtle clues in their posture and seeing that they were both trained and confident in violence – yet calm enough that he wasn't worried about them being violent without cause. “I have come,” he informed them, trying to keep a straight face as he spoke the pass-phrase, “to sin under the light of a red star.”<br><br>An odd response – the guards had been alert, wary, since they had seen him. But those words made them blink and freeze, before their leader handed Martin a platinum card and spoke. “You are following a dark path, Mr Pullham. Please step inside.”<br><br>One of the guards opened the door for him, and he stepped through, impressed. No scam, he thought now, would pay for such expensive security as a prop. Well, nothing that would target someone like him – maybe scamming European royalty or something. He was simply not worth the expense.<br><br>His speculation cut short at the sight of the heavily armed woman in perfect Victorian dress who welcomed him, and directed him through the heavily locked doors that his new passcard opened easily. He was greeted again by a young lady in a decidedly improper Victorian outfit, smiling impishly up at him as she took his coat. <br><br>“Welcome, Sir,” she whispered as she took it from him, leaning up on tip-toes to let him hear over the music. “What is your pleasure? Tell me of the girl of your dreams, and I will find her to escort you for the evening.”<br><br>He blinked at that, taken aback for a moment. The email had mentioned such a thing, but he had given it no thought... a moment, then he grinned and nodded.<br><br>“Very well; the girl I dream of is perhaps 5'2” tall, with long raven-dark hair and fine, pale skin, grey eyes like storm-clouds,” he paused, visibly considering. “Wearing a corset-dress, I think, with a short skirt to show her beautiful legs, and 4” heels.”<br><br>His grin broadened as it was the girl's turn to look slightly taken aback, and he loved her pretty blush as she curtseyed. She didn't pause though, smiling as she straightened, apparently pleased that he had chosen to describe her.<br><br>“A good choice, Sir!” Her smile turned into a delightful grin for a moment, laughing at the joke. “My name is Layla; please follow me to your table.”<br><br>He did, though he let her get enough ahead that he could watch the delicious sway of her hips as she led him to a booth. She wasn't quite enough to distract him from the strange décor, tables and chairs at odd angles and in odd places making the room seem a strange and impossible place. Not really Martin's scene, but the company, he thought, did make up for a lot.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Exiled</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 01:24:13</strong>
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				While the soft chatter of the young lady on his lap was refreshing, Ender's naturally violet eyes were attracted by to sight of another guest's gown nearly matching this color. He could not help but notice her dirty blond hair in the glint of the light above her table, and the shimmer of two beautiful blue eyes that seemed to contain an intelligence and independence about them. She was a tall woman of a goodly height, and none too extravagant, yet graceful beauty. The girl on his lap noticed her client's gaze, and prevented any chances for self-denial. "Ah, Master's eyes wander to another patron. She is a beauty to behold, too. We should go put the moves on her before anyone else gets the chance," the girl's voice nearly giggled, clearly amused. It was easy to see why the other servants were so excitable when Ender had provided a physical description. Dahlia seemed to be the true deviant of choice as an escort.<br><br>"I'm not so sure, being old enough to be your mother isn't going to make a good impression if we were to do that. But in theory, its very tempting," the gamer practically sighed aloud. "Oh, but master is looks to be young and beautiful! He is only advantaged for being born a woman," Dahlia insisted as she turn in her client's lap, and planted such a tender, encouraging kiss upon his soft, effeminate lips. The faint blush on his cheeks could only have meant that the young escort had won him over. He lifted her by the waist, causing her to playfully squeal, and set her on the floor beside himself before rising to his own feet. The girl gently curled her fingers around his slender hand, and he guided her quietly to the girl in the violet dress.<br><br>Ender's eyes could only adore the deep blue of Lydia's, and remind him of why he always found women attractive, even as a child so long ago. His adoration was clear from the enduring blush on his face, but he would not let this deter him from being polite to this beautiful specimen of a woman. He bowed upon approaching her table, and this caused her escort to curtsy despite her near total lack of clothing barely warranting such a gesture, seeing as Dahlia was probably covering her skin more with tattoos than anything. "Good evening, Miss. I am Ender Starr, the first patron, and this young lady is Dahlia, my escort for the evening. We couldn't help but notice a beautiful creature taking up residence at this table, and ask to meet and join her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 01:57:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After waiting near the doorway for a few moments, she finally made her way further in. The white contacts, especially in the light of this club, made her look a bit spooky, so much so that those few who were here already, mostly employees, it seemed, parted as she walked. There were some people already sitting down at some tables nearby, and it looked like two male patrons had already picked out an "escort" for themselves. There was a slight eyeroll at the notion. It kind of figured the men would immediately jump at the chance.<br><br>Gaby began to make her way towards the bar, when one of the bar wenches stopped her. The same one that first approached Ender to inquire about his escort, actually. At first, she made a motion to shrug the woman off, to show that she wasn't interested. "...oh, but I insist, Miss Miller. Surely the daughter of the legendary Nicci Styles deserves the best in arm candy for the evening!"<br><br>With that statement, her eyes narrowed, and Gaby leaned in closer to the woman. "You're people invited me here, not her. If I hear any one of the employees here mention that name again, I will walk out, understand?"<br><br>The woman became a little flustered, backing off from the darkly dressed patron. "Y... yes ma'am. Anything you wish here, is your desire. And if that is what you wish, I will personally ensure that such incidents never happen again." The woman gave a low curtsy,&nbsp; keeping her eyes downcast, heading off somewhere else within the club to make sure the situation was brought to the attention of the other employees, most likely.<br><br>Gabriella herself then moved over to the bar, gently sliding onto a stool as not to mess her skirt up too much. She turned her back to the bar, eyes glancing around the main hall again as she did a little bit of people watching. Soon, the bartender would make his way over to her. "And what manner of drink do ghouls like yourself enjoy, Madame?" A small grin played upon his lips as his eyes wandered over Gabriella a little.<br><br>"I'll take a vodka tonic, with a slice of lemon."<br><br>The man nodded at the response, fixing the drink in a timely fashion. When she reached into her bag to pull out some cash to pay for the drink, he waved her off. "Oh no, Madame. When the night is over, I will make sure your tab gets applied to your membership card."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>18-04-2010, 07:32:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lydia looked around the club, taking careful note. She realized that there were mostly employees here, and very few customers. She could only count herself, the fellow with the barely dressed girl on his lap, the man who walked in not too long ago, and the woman who was just waiting at the door. The man with the girl on his lap kept staring at her, and the girl on his lap was looking back and forth from him to Lydia, before planting a kiss on his lips and the both of them standing. Uncomfortably out of her element, she starts to look around again as if perhaps it was something behind her they were looking at. They come up to her table, the now noticeably effeminately built man bowing, and his escort curseying to her. "Good evening, Miss. I am Ender Starr, the first patron, and this young lady is Dahlia, my escort for the evening. We couldn't help but notice a beautiful creature taking up residence at this table, and ask to meet and join her." Lydia flushes red, completely unused to such suave tactics. Most of the men who hit on her could be classified as retarded. "I... Uhh... If this is your table then...", and Lydia stands up, as if to find another place to sit.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>19-04-2010, 19:19:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sliding into the booth, Martin looked around, surveying the room. It seemed oddly empty to him, there were hardly any customers – well, he had turned up early, but it was still a little strange to his eyes. He counted only three, other than himself, who looked to be guests – and presumably special guests as he was, since they seemed to be getting much the same treatment as he had. Though the two female guests didn't have escorts, it seemed, at least not yet.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This would be an odd evening, to be sure. Martin wondered again what was expected; there didn't seem to be any way for the club to make money off this kind of promotion, but then that was hardly his problem was it? He put it out of his mind and concentrated instead on Layla, who stood by the table, hands folded in front of her, the picture of meek propriety save for a mischievous smile. Seeing him look back to her, she spoke.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Does Sir require a drink?” She asked, apparently eager to please. “The bar is well-stocked and the bartender skilled, Sir may make any request he desires and I will bring it to you.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Oh, really,” Martin arched an eyebrow at her, smiling in return. “And what you fail to bring what I asked for?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her eyelashes fluttered merrily. “Then Sir will have to punish me for failing, will he not?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Martin's grin widened. Indeed he had picked well, the girl did seem perfect. He had noticed a waitress from the bar serving one of the other booths, the other male guest's, but Layla was keen to serve him and he delighted in the chance to send her to order him a bloody mary, and herself whatever she desired.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Aside from any other pleasure, it did let him watch her beautiful legs and swaying hips as she walked barwards, showing off to him as she ordered their drinks. Bringing them back to the table, she curtsied politely and placed his on the table before him. At his gesture, she sank to her knees beside him, and he smiled, resolving that he would enjoy his evening and not worry about who was paying for it and why. He lifted his glass and toasted her, sipping and then pausing with a frown at her giggle and the unfamiliar taste of the drink, quite unlike anything he'd ever tasted.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“And what is this, Laylah?” He tried it again, finding he liked the smooth cool bite of the drink. Her impish grin and second giggle put the lie to the contrite sounding “Oops” of her response.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Exiled</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 02:52:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lydia's blush only made Ender all the more interested in this woman, but his heart sank when she began to quietly slip away without even understanding his words. He wanted to raise his voice in defense and take back all he said, but that was not what he felt like doing as the woman stood to her full height, making her body all the more alluring to his strange, violet eyes. He felt the urge to make her blush some more, to help her realize his patiently seductive intent, for this woman was a beauty to him both in mannerisms and appearance. And yet, he had to settle for a common ground. He gently raised a hand, as if in a quiet halting gesture to this woman who hadn't yet shared even her name.<br><br>"The table is not what we seek, fair lady, though I am sad that we can not join you. Perhaps you would do Dahlia and I the honor of joining the both of us at another location instead? We truly wish to meet with such a fine being as yourself, with a hope that we will warm up to each other this intimate evening." His fairly effeminate voice was steady, and he did his best to only hint at his intentions beyond meeting this unique woman. To befriend a fellow patron would have made him happy, truly. But he had to hope for something more in a club where anything goes. Dahlia smiled fondly at Lydia, and even blushed, herself at Ender's choice of language. He was fitting the theme so well in his attempt to slowly lure another woman.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Opheliac</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 03:15:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh." The crimson carpeting was not as redly flush as her face, as Lydia finally figured out what was going on. He was hitting on her! "Umm... I guess you can sit." She sits back down, wishing that one of the waitresses had stopped by to take her drink order. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, the force of air bound by corsetry only puffing up her chest alluringly, the uncomfortable woman speaks softly. "Uhh, my name is Lydia." Unthinkingly, she offers her hand for a shake.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Geeklet</strong> on <strong>25-04-2010, 00:08:37</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A few minutes passed with Gabriella sitting there alone, slowly nursing the drink she had ordered. A large black male stepped from one of the back rooms and began to make his way towards her. He was fairly well built, maybe not super cut and muscled, but he had some nice definition. A pair of black leather pants hung from his waist, loosely fitting his legs and coming down over the black boots he wore. His upper body was left bare, showing a multitude of tattoos running up both arms, as well as a few on his chest. A mass of dreadlocks fell down from his head, ending right about shoulder length.<br><br>When he made his way towards Gabriella, she looked a bit more annoyed than anything. "Look, I told that other girl I didn't..." He placed a finger against her lips to quiet her, his gaze alone seeming to be forceful enough to get the woman to do as he wished. Gabriella just looked up quietly, remaining so even after the man's finger had left.<br><br>"You WILL have an escort this evening, do you understand?" he said, sounding more like a command than anything else. "Now, let's head over to the tables and join the others, shall we?"<br><br>At his words, Gabriella merely nodded, still not daring to speak, biting her lower lip timidly. One arm wrapped around his while the other held her drink still, following this man, whose name she didn't even know, towards the main seating area. It seemed this club had done a little bit of research, knowing its clientele even better than some of them knew themselves. Gabriella certainly didn't picture something like this happening this evening, but she was starting to enjoy it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Sisters in Suffering (Invite Only) [EX: Death of NPC's, Bestial Rape, Mutation]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chaos</strong> on <strong>02-05-2010, 21:30:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Martin was distracted from his delightful enjoyment of his companion by the others settling nearby. He considered them, noting with some amusement that one of the women patrons had a rather different escort; a large man lead her towards the tables and she followed meekly behind him. Martin had to smile at that, the club clearly catered for all it's clients well. He wondered, had he been so inclined, if he would have found a dominatrix made to his tastes - or if, for that matter, Laylah would have played the role had he asked.<br><br>No matter; that wasn't what he wanted. But he was curious enough to gesture to the couple as they approached, inviting them to sit by him and his escort if they chose. He didn't, after all, want to only encounter the staff - and he still wanted to know why he'd been invited here. Perhaps she would know, or there would be a clue in whatever the two of them had in common. And if not, well, a chance to know an attractive submissive girl was not to be turned down lightly.
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