Masquerade - Main Ball Room
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				Title: <strong>Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:20:14</strong>
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				(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/1181x720_148_Renaissance_ballroom_2d_landscape_ballroom_fantasy_picture_image_digital_art.jpg)<br><br>The elevator door slides open and you have stepped into a new world. Removed are the clean cut modern look of the rest of the resort and in it's place a mid evil ballroom stretches out in front of you with towering ceilings and low lighting leaving shadows in the corners and a mysterious air seems to cling to the room. A bar lines one wall and small table litter the outer edges of the room and hall ways branch off in several directions. Classical music plays softly in the back round and you can just make out a curtained area where a stage sits for the moment unused. <br><br>Masks every type imaginable from those looking to delicate to touch to ones that would shroud ones entire face line the walls, the only art in the room save murals along the ceiling that in the flickering lights reveal themselves to be erotic scenes that titillate the senses and lend an aid to ones own imagination.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 20:42:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/Editorial_by_SusanCoffey-1-1.jpg)</div>Guest were already arriving and Ever was late. She never ran late and was slightly irritated at herself for doing so today when it was so important that nothing go wrong. With several new clients coming in everyone needed to put their best foot forward, that meant <em>not</em> being late. The dressing room was bright with light the mirrors lining an entire wall and Ever slipped out of her jeans and tank top and hurried to slip into the dress (http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/Clothes/Copyof6921_145371621498_43613481498_3415120_1684234_n.jpg) she'd be wearing for the evening. It wasn't something she'd usually wear but tonight was special and she wanted to make an impression as well as inspire the newbies to come back for a return visit. <br><br>Her hair and make up already done, thank god for small miricals, she took a moment to smooth the fabric over her hips and touch up her lipstick. Smiling at her reflection she slipped on the last and most important part of her out fit. The mask hugged close to her face and outlined her eyes making them pop and drawing ones gaze. The hints of skin that could be seen threw the wire work only served to enhance one's desire to know what was underneath.<br><br>With a last smile to herself in the mirror she left the dressing room and with heels clicking entered the ball room that for the moment save for the staff was vacant though the guests could arrive at any minute. A glance to the clock behind the bar told her it was exactly 8PM. She walked over to the bar and told them who was new. It was a known thing to the staff that new members were treated with utmost care, the secrecy of the place provided the atmosphere the owner wanted but made getting people in the door a bit difficult as a result new members were treated like kings and queens the staff always available to cater to their every whim.<br><br>With a smile impressed that her staff already seemed to be aware of the importance of tonight Ever ordered her favorite drink a lemon drop and perched on a stool near the bar close enough to the elevators to be able to watch everyone that came in.
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:57:59</strong>
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				(http://i1210.photobucket.com/albums/cc414/rrichardson82/nicholas-k.jpg)<br>Stephen walked out of the elevator and let his mouth gape wide open.&nbsp; When his new boss handed him the card with the address, he had no idea what to expect.&nbsp; Being told that everything was paid for suggested this was some exclusive resort but nothing about it had seemed that special.&nbsp; It had a bit less of the Vegas glitz which littered so much of the town but nothing to really set it apart.&nbsp; Now he saw just what it had to offer.&nbsp; <br><br>Seeing the masks reminded him of the eccentric requirement his boss had warned him about and he pulled out the little brown-red leather thing and covered his face with it.&nbsp; He felt a little ridiculous but when in Rome as they say.&nbsp; He walked a little ways and saw the stage and was going to make his way to examine it more fully when he saw a gorgeous woman in a tantalizingly revealing outfit.&nbsp; It showed more skin than some of the street-walkers outside but had a classy elegance to it.&nbsp; She was wearing a mask as well but he couldn't tell if she worked here or was a guest like him.&nbsp; Not knowing what protocol was, he sidled over to wear she sat at the bar and ordered a gin and tonic.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 02:06:54</strong>
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				Ever lifted her gaze to take in the man who sat next to her. For the staff it was always easy to spot someone new. A new mask, the difference in dress and of course being able to look over the clients files has it's own perks as well. The bar tender brought his drink and she turned in her seat so she was facing him a pleasant smile on her face as her eyes travel slowly over him before reaching his eyes her smile widening as if pleased with the view. <br><br>"Hello love," She said her voice soft sensual, her smile light and inviting, "I'm Ever" She said with a light tilt to her head crossing her legs brushing her own lightly against his as if by accident, "And who would you be love?" She asked leaning forward just a touch as she sipped her drink waiting for his response.
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				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 02:20:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/clothes8.jpg)</div><br>Kat smiled as she walked into the Ball Room. It wasn't often that Ever went all out like this, but when she did...it was amazing! She knew she was early but she usually was. She liked being one of the first in a room, liked having time to scope out the territory and and find a good view to watch others filter in. Right now the only ones there, besides staff of course, were Ever and a male guest at the bar. No doubt Ever was considering herself late, a thought that made Kat chuckle to herself as she moved quietly around the room. Everyone's sense of timing was unique and it always amused Kat to see those differences play out.<br><br>Finding a small table near the dance floor she claimed a chair and settled in to watch as people began to arrive. She had no doubts that she would end up with someone tonight, she simply wondered who would get to see behind her mask. It's delicate pattern didn't really hide her face, instead it helped to accentuate the seeming innocence of her youth. One of the things she liked about her job was exploiting that innocence. A sexy dress, but simple hair and make-up giving her the appeal of a girl just coming into her first blush of understanding her sexual desires, while underneath she had the skill of a practiced slut. It was a fun dichotomy to exploit and one that worked well for her. <br><br>When one of the waitstaff came by she ordered a soda, nothing alcoholic, not while she was working. Leaning back in her chair she crossed her legs, steepled her fingers, and watched as people came through the door, blues eyes glittering with mirth and something else, something deeper, the faintest stirrings signaling the beginning of desire.
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 03:15:53</strong>
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				Stephen tried a smile as she spoke with him, still not sure just what went on here.&nbsp; "Do we use our real names here?&nbsp; I didn't know what with the masks and all.&nbsp; I'm Stephen, either way."&nbsp; She was a much higher class of lady than he was used to dealing with.&nbsp; Many of the women at work dressed for success as they say but none of them had the innate confidence and power that just rolled naturally off of this beauty in front of him.&nbsp; The way she dressed, the way she moved, even her voice seemed to indicate excitement, raw sensuality, fun.&nbsp; Stephen wasn't quite sure what to make of it all.&nbsp; He saw another girl, younger it seemed, come in and give something of a wide space to Ever.&nbsp; She was also dressed for trouble&nbsp; Did these girls work here or just meet up and tease poor, hapless fellows like himself.&nbsp; It didn't really matter.&nbsp; He was determined to enjoy himself.&nbsp; Those had been his orders from his boss.&nbsp; "Get out there and enjoy yourself.&nbsp; Break some rules, for fuck sake.&nbsp; Get in trouble."&nbsp; Stephen had laughed perfunctorally at the order but now he wondered how much of a joke it had actually been...
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 03:23:52</strong>
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				"That would be up to you Stephen" She said with a seductive smile. A single glance towards the other girl in the room and her attention returned to the man sitting with her. Most of them usually had an idea what they were in for coming here but once in a while they got the 'surprise' clients people who came in with no idea what was in store for them. If Ever had to guess Stephen was one of those.<br><br>"Is this your first time love?" She asked softly almost in a whisper as if it were a secret her eyes sparkling with excitement as if it would be a real treat if it was. her hand dropped to his thigh in a soft caress before picking up her drink and sipping it as if she'd done nothing out of the ordinary watching his reaction gauging what type of client he would be, trying to anticipate what he'd want.
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 03:30:56</strong>
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				He tensed when her hand squeezed his thigh and he forgot what he was about to say.&nbsp; First time, right!&nbsp; "Uh..yeah, a...umm...a friend got me a ticket or membership or whatever and said I should check this out.&nbsp; He was...um...a little cagey about what to expect.&nbsp; So far I have to say, I'm not disappointed."&nbsp; He broke out a slightly more believable smile.&nbsp; Watching her lips glisten as she drank, he felt his mouth go dry.&nbsp; This was the longest non-work related conversation he had had with a girl in...well, a long time.&nbsp; He wished he could be wittier or more charming but from the way she smiled at him, maybe he didn't need to do anything at all.<br><br>He really hoped she wasn't a transvestite.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 03:52:03</strong>
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				Her laugh was like the tinkle of bells soft and sweet, "You poor thing, I wonder if you even know what's in store for you." She said a twinkle of mirth in her blue eyes. She ran her finger along the rim of her glass and licked the sugar from her fingertip and smiled before leaning forward letting her hair fall forward blocking her face from view to the rest of the room and spoke in a hushed voice, "You'll have more fun while your here then you've ever had before Stephen." She said with a smile.<br><br>She leaned forward just a touch more&nbsp; to whisper in his ear her breath warm against his neck "I promise." She breathed before pulling back running her hand down his arm as she pulled away from him her gaze sweeping the room once before returning to him, blue eyes watching him behind the black wire of her mask. 
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 04:12:47</strong>
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				She came in so close and he could smell the subtle perfumes she used, unable to place the scent.&nbsp; "I...I guess I have a lot to learn.&nbsp; Luckily I've always been considered a good student."&nbsp; His skin still tingled a little from where she touched his arm.&nbsp; It had been an almost electric feeling and he wondered just where this was all leading.&nbsp; A massive ballroom.&nbsp; A stage.&nbsp; Maybe this was some kind of throw-back cabaret.&nbsp; Perhaps he was currently talking with the Sally Bowles of the establishment.&nbsp; The masks added a strange, otherworldly quality to everything.&nbsp; What had she said when he asked about real names?&nbsp; It would be up to him.&nbsp; Maybe he should start putting on a new persona.&nbsp; Something mysterious and suave.&nbsp; Rico.&nbsp; Javier.&nbsp; Estevan.&nbsp; Why was he going with a Spanish theme?&nbsp; Although...Estevan had a nice ring to it, he had to admit.&nbsp; He took another healthy gulp of his drink to start building up some courage.&nbsp; Not quite sure what to expect tonight, he figured a little shot of courage couldn't hurt.
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				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 04:34:52</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://favim.com/orig/201105/01/Favim.com-30095.jpg)</div><br>Slender hands gripped the familiar feel of the soft cloth as Sasha Varrao polished the dark wood of the bar top, glistening beneath the drop lights. She put a lot of work into prepping for the guests, but tonight she made sure to pay attention to every small detail, making sure the area was spotless. Her hips shifted slightly as she bent across the bar, reaching the far edges as the black fabric of her fitted miniskirt stretched tightly over her rounded ass and hips, legs elongated by a pair of stiletto sandals. Her slender abdomen was exposed by the bra top that supported her full breasts, embracing them in an assortment of rhinestones and gems. Soon, guests started to pour in. <br><br>A few minutes later than expected, she saw Ever take her seat at the bar, greeting her quietly as she skillfully mixed together her drink, twirling and tossing the bottle expertly before she placed the dainty little glass in front of her with a napkin. Not long after, a gentleman joined them at the bar, and with a seductive smile, her eyes glittering behind her mask, she leaned over the bar top, as if to invite him to look at her breasts. It was as she always did. Taking the new guest's order, she nodded and quickly set to work, placing the gin and tonic in front of him before she snatched up her rag to swipe up any droplets of alcohol she might have let slip. <br><br>Leaving Ever and the young man to their conversations, she kept a sexy, collected smile on her face, eyeing their guests as they entered the ballroom. She was glad to be behind the safety and comfort of the bar. She wasn't one for small talk, really. In every day life, she was a bit shy despite her looks. No doubt a result of the rejection she felt when her father left... Shrugging off the thought, she turned to mix herself a little something to keep her spirits up and help her get into the character required of her. 
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 04:43:21</strong>
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				"No love, no." She said with a small shake of her head a smile on her lips, "It's very simple love, everything here if for your pleasure." Her gaze swept the room inviting him to look around him at the subtle trickling in of scantly dressed employees he would just see as masked men and woman in minimal teasing clothing. <br><br>She turned back to him and her smile hinted at hidden delights, "You just have to know what you want." and then with a tilt of her head she smiled and added "and who to ask of course." she said with a bright smile, "Like me or Kat" She said waving a hand at the girl he'd noticed before, "Or any of the other charming youth dressed a bit more...daringly." She said with a tinkling laugh.<br><br>"It's a pleasure club love, a place for fantasies to come alive. You just have to know what you want." She said that seductive smile gracing her lips again she she looked at him and sipped her drink an inviting look in her eyes. "What do you want?" she asked her voice seductive and low so only he could hear her.
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 04:49:11</strong>
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				Outside of the entrance to the ballroom, stood Derek wearing a rather classy, looking down at two objects that were being held by each of his hands. In his left hand was his masquerade mask, reminding him of why he was there in the first place.<br><br>Being as wealthy as Derek was, he was always under the spotlight, and got in trouble with the media a lot due to the many risky situations he put himself in so that he could get a nice adrenaline rush. It never bothered him that most of his life was known to the public, but it didn't hurt to know that he could satisfy his desires without anyone ever knowing, especially the ones of the sexual nature. His mask was always a reminder of the many nights he spent over the years coming back to the Masquerade club. Each night seeming to be the same exact way, filled with drugs, alcohol, and the face of a different female in his bed when he woke up the next morning, sometimes more than one. The nights never got old though, which was the main reason he had become a regular at the place. They were the nights that he felt most alive.<br><br>Derek's eyes shifted over to his other hand, looking at a bottle of E he had brought with him. He was debating whether or not he should start the night by taking one. They always made the experience that much better, even if he did know the consequences of taking too much. "Nah... I want to at least see the girl's face first before I forget it." Derek said to himself, placing the small bottle in his pocket to be used later.<br><br>The 28 year old man placed his mask over his face, and opened the door, walking into the ballroom. His eyes scanned the room, although there wasn't much to scan considering how few people had shown up so far. {{What time is it?}} Derek thought, taking a peak at his watch as it read 8:05. A sigh came from him as he never liked to be there too early, preferring to arrive in the middle of the action. If he had realized how early it was he probably would've stayed in his room a bit longer.<br><br>It wasn't too bad, though. He knew 2 out of the three people there, with not much interest in getting to know the last one considering the fact that he was a guy. It wasn't like he didn't have male friends, but whenever he was there, his main focus was on the women. However, before Derek was going to converse with anyone, he was going to get a drink first. He'd need a little something to past the time as he waited for things to pick up. Plus, he knew it was best if he left the supervisor alone when she was with a new client, knowing that if he embarrased her and sent the new guy away, he'd never hear the end of it. Kat, on the other hand, was looking a lot more approachable. Once he finished his drink he'd probably go over to her if nobody else did. First he had to order it.<br><br>"Johnnie Walker..." He started to say when he realized who was behind the bar. "... Black Label." Derek finally finished as he couldn't help but check out Sasha as she was mixing herself a drink. She was another on of the beauties in the place, and it was part of the reason he hung out by the bar whenever he wasn't with one of the other ladies in the club. It honestly didn't bother him that he overtipped almost every time. With her looks, she deserved it. "So how're you doing back there tonight, Gorgeous." He complimented with a playful smile shortly after ordering his drink. There was never a specific time for him to start chatting up a pretty girl.
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				Post by: <strong>Richardson</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 05:03:45</strong>
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				What did he want?&nbsp; And just what was she offering?&nbsp; Pleasure?&nbsp; Fantasies.&nbsp; Was she a Mister Roarke here to make all his dreams come true.&nbsp; It seemed to be a place for forthrightness despite the masks and the innuendo.&nbsp; "I'd like to go somewhere private...with you."&nbsp; There, he had said it.&nbsp; What it meant, he wasn't certain but it was honest.&nbsp; He saw another man come in with a slightly predatory look on his face and his growing fear of crowds began to niggle at him.&nbsp; If she was serious and not just teasing him, then maybe this could be the start of something amazing.&nbsp; He had no delusions that he would meet his soul mate here but after years of near misses and no real human contact, his body and his soul yearned for just a taste of what it was to be human.&nbsp; She looked like she tasted delicious.&nbsp; Wait, did he just think that?
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				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 05:10:55</strong>
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				Sasha downed a good gulp or two of her rum and coke, setting the glass underneath the bar out of sight with a barely audible sigh as she licked over her lips, green eyes flickering up beneath her mask, watching as a younger man, one of the regulars, approached the bar. She recognized his confident stride and that killer smirk. She gripped the edges of the bar, shifting her weight to one hip as she smiled back at him, her pearly white teeth exposed faintly behind her full lips. "Nice choice.." she muttered flirtatiously, turning to grab a glass, swiftly filling it with ice and pouring the requested scotch whiskey over the clear rocks, then adding the soda water, lime juice, and a couple slices of lime. <br><br>At his inquiry, she offered a low laugh at the compliment, sliding the glass across the bar top in his direction. "I have no complaints," she began, eying his face a moment before she bit playfully at her lower lip, her hand rising to rest on her hip, "surrounded by attractive people such as yourself. And how about you, Handsome?" She asked with a smirk, eyes quickly searching the rest of the bar to make sure she had no waiting guests, but it was a bit early for that, she supposed, thankfully. 
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				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 05:18:04</strong>
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				(http://th04.deviantart.net/fs24/PRE/i/2007/338/b/b/_Bill_Kaulitz__by_SPhyx.jpg)<br><br>When Tarik got into the elevator, he already had his shining mask on. The place had been pretty much Vegas regulation till now, where wondered what all the fuss was about. But the moment he stepped out of the elevator into the ball room, it all changed. "Wow", he thought to himself. He was in a different world, a different reality. The couple of pills he had popped were kicking in also. He noticed few people already milling around, the mysterious looking readhead with the intense guy, the dapper guy chatting up the bar tender.<br><br>He looked around, and then his eyes fell on the angelic beauty sitting all by herself near the dance floor. As he walked towards her, he noticed her piercing eyes behind the exquisite mask, her hair flowing with the gentle gust from the AC vent. "Is she real or am I just dreaming", he was in a purple haze.<br><br>"Can I join you miss", he said with courtesy, to the girl, secretly hoping he was not talking to himself.
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				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 05:27:46</strong>
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				She smiled and nodded once, "I think we can slip away for a bit." She said slipping from her stool and sliding her hand down his arm to take his hand and gently pull him to his feet. "Come on love." She purred softly&nbsp; giving Sasha a look over his shoulder that told her to keep an eye on things for her until she returned. She wouldn't normally leave a party so soon but Stephen was one of those finicky ones that needed to be taken care of if they expected him to come back once more and it was part of her job to make sure they kept coming back for more.<br><br>As she lead him across the room she saw Derek and smiled knowing the girls would be entertained as long he was around. The man was fun to say the least. She gave Kat a parting smile and nod to the guy approaching her as she lead Stephen down a dark hallway sparely illuminated so only doors were visible with small plaques mounted on each door. She stopped at one with her name on it and typed a code into the glowing key pad. "A little privacy." She said a smile in her voice as she pushed open the door.<br><br>Moved to Private thread (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107056.0)
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 05:56:45</strong>
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				Derek watched as Sasha prepared his drink for him. He had almost forgotten how talented a mixer she trully was. It was the hips that fooled him almost everytime. His hand extened to catch the drink as she slid it over to him, and he looked it over for a brief moment, admiring the girl's work. "Lime? You know me too well, Sasha." Derek told the bartender with a chuckle as he took his first sip from the glass. His face scrunched up slightly like it always did from the first sip and he followed it up with a long "Ahhhh..." as he reached into his wallet and paid for his drink, leaving a rather hefty tip for her.<br><br>The man's head shifted back up at the words of the girl, taking note of her smirk and returning one of his own. "I think my situation is pretty much the same, although I'd prefer it if WE were the only attractive people around." Derek told her, giving a wink behind his mask as he took another sip of his drink. His eyes shifted down the bar, not noticing any other possibly customers, and then back towards the seductive vixen in front behind the counter. "Y'know... It's not that packed yet. Can't you get somebody to cover for you, just this once? I'm pretty sure that you must get tired of watching the guests have all of the fun." He teased.
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				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 06:11:47</strong>
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				Sliding her fingers back through her long, wavy brown locks, she let her gaze stray on the man's chiseled jaw and his firm lips as he sipped his drink, clearly pleased, not only by the satisfied sigh, but by the hefty tip he tossed her way. With a smirk, Sasha took the bills between her pointer and middle finger, slipping the tip into her bra and the rest for the drink into the cash register. "Generous as always, Sir.. Thank you," she smiled, a bit more genuinely this time as her gaze fell away, tampering with the machine until the drawer was once more shut. <br><br>Glancing to Ever just in time to catch her gaze knowingly, she offered the woman a nod and watched as she slipped away. She certainly did her job well. Idly licking over her lips, she turned her attention back to Derek with a soft laugh as she listened to him speak. "That never is the case, is it?" she responded, resting an elbow atop the bar as she leaned towards him, her voice low. "You know I don't 'mingle' with our guests the way the others do," she said, a slight scolding tone to her voice, though it was clear she was only teasing. It wasn't usually part of her job description, though every now and then if there was a client who wanted her and only her, she'd be sent away with him. Sasha always tried her hardest to avoid that particular situation. <br><br>"Besides, I'd have to have a few more drinks in me before I'd even consider it.." Her eyes flashed behind her intricate golden mask, narrowing ever so slightly, as if to challenge him. With a smile, she lifted her own drink to her lips a moment later, though her eyes never left his as she drank in the cool liquid. 
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				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 06:41:48</strong>
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				"It's hard not to be." Derek told Sasha as he watched as she put his money into the machine. Part of him couldn't help but be a little ashamed with himself. Not because of the money, he could care less about that, but because Sasha knew exactly how to play him and he fell for it everytime, this time no different than the others. It was obvious that she was hired for more than just her looks. She was truly good at her job.<br><br>As she leaned in to speak to him, he leaned in as well so that he could hear her better. Another chuckle came from him as he heard her words. "You're right, I do know... But that's why I keep coming back." Derek whispered back to Sasha in a similar tone of voice. As much as he was content with having his way with women who were a lot more 'loose', nothing got his blood pumping more than a challenge being presented before him. It was a way for him to get a rush, and everytime he tried to get somewhere with Sasha, he always got that rush because she was always playing hard to get with him. He was determined to overcome her challenge and make her his by the end of his stay at the Masquerade.<br><br>Derek grinned as he watched her take a sip, and held his own glass up in front of his lips, moving it in a circular motion to let the liquor swirl inside the cup. "How many drinks would it take for me to at least get a dance?" He asked her, not breaking eye contact as he took a rather larger gulp from the drink she had given him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 06:55:38</strong>
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				Sasha wasn't surprised at his answer as she slowly lowered her glass to rest on the shelf beneath the bar. She knew Derek liked chasing after her, but she couldn't understand it.. With all the women he had at his disposal, even outside the club, why would he actually want to work to have her? Mentally shrugging off the thought, she couldn't resist a laugh at his inquiry.<br><br>With a smirk, her fingers dipped, dancing along the waist band of her skirt, stroking the oiled, glistening skin around her pierced navel. If there was one thing she enjoyed more than bar tending, it was teasing their guests despite knowing most of them would never have her. "Oh, I'd say two, at least." Her smile widened as she stepped away a moment to tend to a few other customers, though glanced briefly back at Derek over her shoulder, unable to deny she was attracted to the man. Every time she saw him, she was more and more tempted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 13:08:47</strong>
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				Derek's eye's were fixated on Sasha as her fingers ran across her toned, tan stomach, hoping that she would show him a little something more for once, but in natural Sasha fashion, she left him hanging and desiring more instead. She was such a tease to him, but he never minded it.<br><br>The man laughed at the girl's final words, watching as she went away to take care of the other customers. His attention was then brought back to his drink, which happened to be almost finished. Derek took his final sips of the Black Label, smiling whenever he saw the bartender look back at him.<br><br>As he awaited her return, his hands fell into his pockets. He took not of his wallet and cell phone before finally wrapping his fingers around the bottle of pills he had placed in there earlier. A smirk came across Derek's face, thinking of how it would be if he were to take one at that moment. "Just one wouldn't hurt." Derek muttered, speaking like a true addict. His hands came out of their pockets, placing the bottle down on the counter. Normally, at other clubs, he'd run off to the bathroom in order to hide his addiction, but at the Masquerade it seemed to be encouraged. Anything to help the customers hve a good time, right?<br><br>Derek's other hand came out of his pocket, gripping the cap and turning it to get it open. He tilted the bottle, shaking it once as a few pills fell into his hand. The man licked his lips for a brief moment as he contemplated on whether or not to take them all, but remembered that he promised himself that he'd take one at a time. He put most of the pills back into the bottle, leaving himself one in the palm of his hand. He set the bottle down, thrusting his palm against his open mouth as he and tilted his head back to let the tiny pill of E fall down his throat. Some people would've probably gotten something to drink with it, but Derek was rather used to taking them and found a drink unneccessary.<br><br>"Another one over here!" Derek shouted over at Sasha from his chair with a wide smile as he waited for his drug to work its magic. His money was already on the counter, right next to the small orange bottle of pills. It probavly wasn't the smartest thing to add more alcohol into his system, but what else was there to order at a bar?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 14:39:00</strong>
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				Serving a chocolate martini to a middle aged women and then a whiskey sour to another man, she collected the money and watched them walk away, not letting the displeasure of their small tips show on her smooth face as she tucked the few bills away in her cleavage, again tending to the cash register. Sasha was midway through the transaction when she heard Derek call for another drink, offering him a nod and a flirtatious smile.<br><br>She shoved the drawer closed, grabbing a new glass with ice to prepare his second drink, her eye catching the bottle of pills on the bar, but quickly shrugging it off. Sasha was aware of his addiction, though considered it minor to many of the guests who often arrived on a trip and left a few hours later completely passed out after making a fool of themselves. She'd had her own run with drugs, though short as it was, and for that, as well as her position here at the Masquerade, she wouldn't pass judgement. <br><br>Placing the cool, sweating glass before him, Sasha went ahead and gathered up her money. Her first rule was never to leave money sitting out unattended. More than once she'd had customers swipe it on her and the money came from her paycheck. "Thank you, Sir," she purred, taking another drink, her tongue stroking over her top lip, perhaps a bit more slowly than it should have once she drained the glass.&nbsp; <br><br>"So enlighten me.." She began, leaning atop the bar on her elbows, pressing her breasts together to the point where they almost refused to stay confined in her revealing top. "Clearly, you're a wealthy man. You're also devilishly handsome, but you already know that.. So why are you here?" She often thought it was lonely men and women who spent their time here: people who's lives were living hell, who needed an escape. Sure, Derek might have needed just that, but he seemed so different than the usual kind of people who considered themselves patrons of this place..
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 00:59:33</strong>
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				Derek began to drink from his new glass as he listened to Sasha's words. He nodded along with each compliment she was giving him, each of them true. His lips couldn't help but grow wider as a smile was formed on his face, obvious enough that he loved the attention. He always had a big head, but Sasha was just fueling the fire.<br><br>Once Derek heard her question, he was in the middle of a sip and started to cough as it went down the wrong pipe. After a few moments his coughs changed into laughter as he sat back his chajr. "Wow... In all of my time here I don't think anyone has ever bothered to ask me that." As the man spoke his finger started to circle the edge of his glass. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you that I came here every time to get lost in your beautiful, green eyes... As well as your amazing cleavage, would you?" He joked with a smirk, biting his lower lip as he pionted out how she pressed her breasts together.<br><br>"Well, my story isn't as exciting or depressing as all of the others, but I guess I'll tell you regardless... Especially since you asked so nicely." Derek smiled at the bartender, taking another sip shortly after. He still had some time before the ecstacy kicked in so it was a good thing she asked her now. However, part of him hated getting nostalgic on only his second drink. Sasha was lucky that she was that cute.<br><br>"It's rather simple really. I'm what you call an 'adrenaline junkie'. For as long as I can remember, I've been looking for ways to find different thrills. Things that get my blood pumping on an abnormal level so I can get a rush great enough to satisfy my desires. I've done things from racing to skydiving to fighting to even shark cage diving. It also explains why I'm such a heavy drinker as well as borderline drug addict. So far the thing I get my greatest rush from is a woman." He halted on his last word, lettin his eyes run over Sasha once more. He never got tired of checking out her curves.<br><br>Derek went back to his drink. "Well that should be enough for now. The rest is pretty self-explanitory. What about yourself?" He asked her realizing that he had mostly been speaking of himself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 02:56:02</strong>
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				<em>Can I join you miss</em><br><br>Kat had been watching the couples at the bar, a small smile on her lips. There was no jealousy in her over Sasha and Ever's good fortune, plenty of clients came through the resort, there would be time for everyone to have their fun. The man's voice cutting through her thoughts only seemed to emphasize the point she'd been making mentally. Giving him a bright smile, one she knew lit her face, making her look even younger and more innocent she motioned toward the chair across from her, clearly inviting him to sit.<br><br>"Please do. My name is Kat and I'd love to know yours, and what brought you out to play our way?"<br><br>She asked her questions with a warm smile and an open air about her. Everything about her seemed to belie the revealing outfit she wore, as if she'd somehow look more "right" in a flowing dress than lingerie. She cultivated her innocent look while she could, knowing full well that in time she would have to move on to more adult themes in her appearance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 03:41:57</strong>
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				Tarik extended his hand towards her, "I am Tarik", he said introducing himself as he shook her soft hand. He sat down on the chair across her, accepting her invitation. All the while his eyes were fixed on her. Her smile had really lit her face, atleast the part that was not covered by the mask. It added to the angelic quality she had, he expected her fairy wings to sprout any minute, and she will start flying in front of him. "Damn those pills", he thought.<br><br>He settled in the chair, grabbing a vodka shot from the server. "Thanks", as he gave the bunch of bills to the server, as many as he could grab from his pocket in one go.<br><br>"Hmm, what bought me here", he repeated her question, she looked so like Lolita as if she had jumped out of the book. "I don't like unsolved mysteries, and there are so many stories about this place floating around. I want to solve those mysteries, get to know what is this place all about". He paused for a moment, "Will you help me solve them", he asked with a slight smile and a wink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 04:01:46</strong>
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				Kat laughed softly when he asked if she would help him solve the mysteries of the Masquerade. Would she help him? Oh yes, though perhaps not in the way he meant...of course it could be the <em>exact</em> way he meant, there was no way to know for sure....at least not until she asked, and she would ask. Eventually.<br><br>Leaning forward on the table she rested her chin on her hands but kept her arms far enough apart that Tarik could see her dress pulling tight across her breasts as well as getting a view down the front of it, she made it look natural and easy, as if she herself didn't notice the effect the new position had on her clothing, her eyes intent on the man across from her.<br><br>"Well not, I don't pretend to know all of the Masquerade's secrets, but I might be able to help you solve one or two," she said, eyes glittering with mirth and seeking to draw him in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 04:24:21</strong>
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				Tarik leaned back on the chair and poured his vodka shot down his throat. It left a burning sensation in his food pipe. All the while his eyes were fixed on her face, with his mind working overtime to imagine the full face behind it. <br><br>He noticed her lean on the table with a graceful movement. Even the most beautiful face cannot hold a man's gaze forever, and especially if there is such an effortless seductive view forming just under it. His eyes gradually slide down from her face to her long shapely neck, and then to the her breasts which were tightly held by the fabric of her dress. Closely cuddled together with each other, as if they wanted to jump out and enjoy some fresh air.<br><br>"One or two, make up your mind", he replied, his eyes still eyeing those prisoners, with a sweet smile playing on his lips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 04:45:38</strong>
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				Sasha quickly stood up straight once more when he choked on his drink, her straight, white teeth clamping down on her lower lip as her smile faltered a moment. She briefly thought she might have over-stepped her boundaries, but once Derek had cleared his throat, he seemed comfortable enough to tell her, so she relaxed once more. <br><br>"I mean, I can't say that I blame you," she laughed, glancing down at the twin globes before she tilted her head aside and fell silent, allowing him to continue on seriously. The explanation he offered her made perfect sense, really. There was something about that rush of adrenaline that was simply unmatched by any drug. She'd had few sexual partners that had gotten her quite to that point, but Sasha could relate. There was nothing like it, and after feeling that kind of rush, life just seemed a little bland.<br><br>"I can't find any fault in that, Sir," she offered him a sweet smile, dropping her guard a moment as she turned to make a second drink for herself; however, when he directed the question at her, she immediately paused, setting down the bottle of rum and turning slowly to face him, her eyes lowered a moment before she remembered to smile. "Well, my story certainly doesn't include any skydiving," she said with a faint laugh, finishing up her drink with coke before she brought the glass to her lips and took a large gulp. <br><br>She slowly put her drink down, trying to decide what to say. As an employee at the Masquerade, the only thing that mattered was the guest, and now that suddenly the focus had been turned on her, she froze. Blinking behind her mask, she couldn't help but laugh yet again. "I honestly don't know.. I started bar tending a while back and the opportunity just presented itself to me, so I took it. I came here thinking I really would only work here as a bartender, but part of my contract as an employee says that I am subject to the guests' desires if it is demanded.." Her green eyes flickered up at that moment, meeting his gaze once again as she practically granted him permission to use her 'services' for the night. Last minute, she added, "but only at opportune moments.." She bit at her lower lip, taking another quick swig of her drink. "So here I am," she chimed with a slight shrug, reaching for the cloth to wipe moisture off the bar top where a few guests had recently abandoned their seats.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 16:24:16</strong>
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				(http://www.navecorsara.it/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/ben_kingsley.jpg)<br><br>Dimitri Artino strode out of the elevator as if he owned the place.&nbsp; He was very familiar with the Masquerade, one of its oldest guests.&nbsp; He'd even attended a time or two in its past incarnation.&nbsp; There was a pleasure to be found in slumming it at times, at plucking a girl up and showing her a more exquisite world, it its pleasures and pains.&nbsp; However, Dimitri much preferred this version of the club.&nbsp; He nodded in satisfaction at the decor, at the neatness, the way the dark wood gleamed.<br><br>It was obvious that Dimitri also took such pains with his own appearance.&nbsp; He had been shaved with a straight razor moments before in the resort, just before donning a tailored suit made for him in London by a personal friend.&nbsp; Everything was perfect about it, from the positioning of his cufflinks, the knot of his tie, the carefully grooming of his facial hair.&nbsp; His mask glittered like dull steel, a hint perhaps of the kind of man one was dealing with in Dimitri.<br><br>He curtly ordered a drink from the barkeep, leaving her to flirt with the guest who had her attention.&nbsp; Taking his drink he sat himself at a small table with a commanding view of the surroundings.&nbsp; Dimitri was not a large man, but he filled the space somehow, looking somehow like an Old World lord, waiting for his supplicants.&nbsp; The girls here knew that he was not a coy man, but straightforward and demanding.&nbsp; Yet it was known that he had the skill to take women to places they'd never been.&nbsp; If they dared.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 16:45:17</strong>
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				Watching his gaze drop to her breast she had to fight the urge to chuckle. Men, especially young men, could be so predictable in their reactions at times. Flash them cleavage, or give them a long pair of legs to ogle and you had their attention, it rarely mattered what you said to them. That didn't stop her from talking, it wasn't her problem if they couldn't remember a word she'd said later on. She considered it a lesson, it would help teach them to pay better attention when they got older.<br><br><em>One or two, make up your mind</em><br><br>"Tut, tut," she said softly, voice filled with mirth as she leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest, cutting off the view, "That was rather rude Mr. Tarik. What is a girl to think when she offers her help and is snapped at in such a manner?" she asked but her voice was still warm, friendly, and she made no move to rise from her chair. She was fairly certain he'd taken something before he'd entered the room. His eyes were focused and the pupils didn't seem to be dilating properly. No doubt he was simply speaking the first things that came to mind.<br><br>Of course she could be wrong, he could just be used to people snapping to around him and she hadn't...and still wasn't. Time would tell for certain.<br><br>From her table she saw the older gentleman enter the room and a small smile quirked her lips. She's heard of Mr. Artino but hadn't actually worked with him before. Some of the stories other girls told were hard to credit. When he made his way to his table she offered a polite nod in his direction, but nothing that would be rude to her current client. Simply a good employee keeping an eye on the whole room while entertaining the person before her as well.<br><br>She wondered if Tarik would see it that way. The night was young, there was plenty of time to soothe ruffled feathers if he didn't.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 17:31:42</strong>
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				Tarik snapped from his day dream, when Kat moved back and crossed her arms. He was annoyed by that break in the view, and was shocked when she said that he had been rude. Most of his interaction over past few years had been with groupies, and they never found him rude, this was shocker. He was struggling to come up with something to say, especially as he had meant it as a joke not to offend her.<br><br>"I did not mean it tha.. that ..", he struggled a bit to get the words out. But then he decided that an unconditional apology is the best way forward, the subtle nod to an older man, prompted him into action.<br><br>"I am so sorry", Tarik said with a sincere look in his eyes. He paused for a minute holding that look letting her know that he was genuinely sorry. " I was trying to make a joke, but my dry sense of humor ended up scraping you. So sorry about that."<br><br>He leaned forward on the table, as she was still sitting straight on her chair , with his hands folded in front of him. " I hope you will still help me solve some of the mysteries here. What is your favorite area of the resort?", he asked trying to restart the conversation, which had stumbled badly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 17:49:48</strong>
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				When she saw the annoyance flash across his face she smiled softly, the look almost angelic on her sweet face. Listening to him stumble over his apology she knew she'd been at least partly right; he was used to dealing with people who fawned over him. She wasn't going to. People didn't appreciate what they could get too easily and if she posed a challenge before he got anywhere, he might become a return client. <br><br>Ever liked return clients.<br><br>Bringing in, and keeping, new clients was a lot like fishing, you put out the bait, teased the fish with it, and then hooked him before he really knew he was being caught. Kat was good at fishing.<br><br>"My personal favorite area is the massage tables. I make an appointment at the end of every week to just unwind, let the cares of the world be massaged away by a pair of strong hands, expertly, manipulating my body," she said, her voice almost a purr as she shifted on her chair, back arching and eyes closing slightly, as if in pleasure, when she mentioned her body being manipulated. "That doesn't solve any mysteries for you though, what exactly are you hoping to find here Mr Tarik," she asked when her eyes opened and she held his gaze once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 19:04:00</strong>
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				Tarik smiled back at her, when he saw a smile on her face. He was intrigued by that slightly smug, slightly all knowing smile on her face. If he was ruffled a bit by that, he tried hard not to show it. Tarik had always worked hard on keeping up his image of being a mysterious character, and he was not going to allow the angel with piercing eyes take it away.<br><br>He listened intently to her as she described her affection for the massages. A light bulb popped in his head. He started slowly, " Why not let me make tonight a weekend night for you". He paused to give her a second to mull over it. " I am a pretty good masseuse, I promise", he said with a sincere innocent look. " And I want to make up for what I did earlier".<br><br>Tarik rested his case before her, though he figured she was a tough nut. But the only mystery he wanted to solve was in front of her. He really wanted to see the face behind that mask, the body under that dress. She was driving him crazy, crazy good or crazy bad was yet to be seen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 20:38:04</strong>
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				At his offer she gave a soft laugh, the gentle sound not mocking but warm and inviting, like velvet made into sound. Leaning forward her eyes sparkled with mirth and challenge, "I don't know Mr. Tarik, our masseurs are <em>very</em> good. You're going to have to pull out some serious stops to match them."<br><br>She was teasing him and it was obvious. She hadn't said no and had implied a yes, reaching out she traced the back of one of his hands with the tip of her nail, "Apology accepted. Follow me and I'll let you try."<br><br>Rising from her seat she let that fingertip trail up his arm and off his shoulder, her stride starting out toward the the doors of the ballroom, clearly leaving. She didn't look back to see if he was following. If he didn't it would be his loss and she'd simply take a short break and return. If he did, she'd guide him to her room. The choice was his and as she walked she let her heels make her hips roll, ass rocking in subtle invitation to him to follow like she'd told him to.<br><br>&lt;---Kat's Room 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 00:57:07</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Kat~ <span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">returning after her time with Tarik</span></span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Misc%20Story%20Accessories/lacedress.jpg)</div><br>Kat was smiling when she returned to the Ballroom. She was freshly showered and changed after her time with Tarik (it would have been tacky to return without doing so!) and the look on her face was enigmatic, revealing nothing. She could have simply gone for a drink, no one would know what had happened in her room. That was between her and her client. The only think that was the same about her now was the mask that was back on her face, once more framing the sweetness of the innocence she seemed to project. <br><br>An innocence she was playing to more now with her change in dress. The new dress still flattered her figure but it didn't flash as much flesh as the first dress had. She was hoping to draw a new client with the new look, one that might enjoy the power play of corrupting innocent youth. It was a role she greatly enjoyed herself.<br><br>Moving through the crowd that had grown while she was gone she sidled to the bar and ordered an Amaretto sour, moving off quickly after thanking the bartender and working her way around the crowd, her eyes searching, seeking her next client and hoping one of the other girls hadn't gotten to him first. When she spotted Mr. Artino she watched him until he glanced her way, when he did she gave a small, inviting, smile before glancing away as if embarrassed to have been caught staring. She hoped it would be enough to draw him to her, but if not she began to move again, gradually working her way in his direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:54:44</strong>
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				<strong>Dimitri</strong><br><br>The ball room shifted and changed over the next hour after Dimitri arrived, but he remained still and constant.&nbsp; Guests entered, alone, and left, with a staff member.&nbsp; The younger they were, the quicker they left.&nbsp; Dimitri was not young.&nbsp; He was patient, and his lust burned long and hot.&nbsp; There was no hurry.&nbsp; The drinks were exquisite here.<br><br>He noted the arrival, well the return, of the young woman.&nbsp; Her red hair was striking, almost as much as her youthful, fresh look.&nbsp; There were many who did the sex work who had been worn out by the years, who were desirable for what they were willing to do, not for their appearance.&nbsp; This woman looked like every man's fantasy of a young innocent, the dew still on her.&nbsp; And from her sideways glance it was apparent that she was interested in Dimitri.&nbsp; He assumed that the girls here were required to do their best to keep busy with clients.&nbsp; But there were others available in the room.&nbsp; That her eyes sought out Dimitri told him something, and gave him a permission.<br><br>Dimitri rose carefully, placing his glass down neatly on the napkin and smoothing out his suit.&nbsp; He walked slowly in the direction of the woman, his gaze never wavering, his pace never increasing.&nbsp; When he arrived in just over an arm's length away from the woman he stopped, hands clasped behind his back.&nbsp; "You're ready for me now," he said without a question in his voice.&nbsp; She was not a new staff he did not think, but he had never had her.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:13:49</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Kat</span></span><br><br>She saw him move. Saw him rise and begin moving toward her. It stopped her where she stood, simply waiting, knowing he was coming, able to feel his gaze on her and shivering slightly. Granted he was older than most of her clients but there was an air about him that drew her. She'd have followed him even if she'd met him outside the Masquerade. It was like the air around him crackled with command and it was that aura that held her still until he reached her.<br><br><em>You're ready for me now</em><br><br>There was no question in his words, no attempt at small talk or chatter, just a simple statement and she found a slight blush actually touching her cheeks! She couldn't remember the last time she had truly blushed! Few men could bring out the more obedient side of her nature, the part of her that sought to be controlled and guided, but this man, with his quite confidence and assured air, was clearly able to.<br><br>She had no doubt that time with him would be <em>very</em> interesting indeed!<br><br>"Yes Sir, I am," she said, her voice soft, demure, with a slight quiver to it. "My name is Katherine, Sir, or Kat for short if it pleases you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:26:55</strong>
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				<strong>Dimitri and Kat</strong><br><br>"It's nice to meet you, Katherine," he said politely, still holding his hands behind his back.&nbsp; "It's nice to see such a well mannered girl.&nbsp; However, we don't need to be on such formal terms.&nbsp; You can call me Mr. Artino tonight, if you wish, or Dimitri when the time seems appropriate.&nbsp; My employees call me Sir, and while you and I have some business to conduct I intend it to be primarily the business of pleasure."<br><br>Dimitri moved now, stepping closer to a table nearby.&nbsp; "Please, sit down and finish your drink before we move on.&nbsp; I'd like to admire you."&nbsp; He pulled her chair out, only sitting once she was seated.&nbsp; Indeed his admiring eyes were on her boldly, from eyes to body to hair to dress.&nbsp; <br><br>"You're here to please me tonight, Katherine," he said to her as he sat and watched her drink.&nbsp; "You've pleased me already by coming to me.&nbsp; And you look lovely.&nbsp; I'm going to require much more though from you.&nbsp; I will not want to hear the word no from you once we leave this room."&nbsp; Dimitri's body was very slow to physical arousal, but mentally he was quite aroused already.&nbsp; She had done well, this new look of hers.&nbsp; It made him desire her, to teach her things that such a young body should know, but most did not.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:41:06</strong>
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				She could feel her mouth go dry while he spoke. She wasn't looking at him and seeing an older man, she was looking at him and seeing a man with a will to match and surpass hers. A man with the will, power, and experience to easily dominate her and have her belly quivering slightly before he even pulled a chair out for her. Settling into the seat he offered her she flashed him a warm smile, meeting his gaze and not bothering to hide the desire that already flowed through her veins.<br><br>"Thank you Mr. Artino," she said her voice remaining soft, as demure in her speech as she looked in her dress. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance and I appreciate the time to finish my drink."<br><br>She was clearly rapt as he spoke of his requiring more of her and not wanting to hear the word 'no' from her. She felt a shiver run down her spine at his words. She didn't know if he saw it but she didn't try to hide it, or the slight trembling of her fingers as she sipped from her drink before asking, "May I ask, do you have any special rules you will require of me when we leave here Mr. Artino?"<br><br>His demeanor, the way he took control. She could guess which room he would choose for them and it wouldn't be her bedroom. If he wanted the room she suspected then special instructions were not unheard of and she liked to know the rules going in. It helped to know each clients rules when trying to please them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:52:49</strong>
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				"You will simply do as I instruct, nothing less, nothing more," Dimitri answered quickly, his eyes on her.&nbsp; This was part of the sex for him, a type of foreplay, watching how she responded to him.&nbsp; There had been many experiences he had had with women that never went beyond this, were played out at a table like this, with only his words.&nbsp; Sometimes it was enough.<br><br>Tonight though he had other tastes, as was proper for inside the ball room.&nbsp; "You will give me a safeword.&nbsp; It is not a no, but it is close.&nbsp; I hope I won't need to hear it.&nbsp; But we all have our limits.&nbsp; Have you found yours yet, Katherine?"&nbsp; It was his first real question for her.&nbsp; He waited patiently for the answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 04:10:26</strong>
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				A safeword. Yes he was going to take her where she'd suspected. It had been awhile since she'd been in the torture room and her entire body quivered just at the thought of it. Few of their clients were truly skilled with the implements inside, though many tried to pretend they were. She was cautious with the unskilled, not giving them room to truly push her, but giving them the thrill they were seeking at the same time. They didn't have the experience to know she was the one truly controlling the situation.<br><br>She knew there would be no such games with Dimitri...<strong>he</strong> would be in control.<br><br>"I believe you will find I follow instructions very well, Mr. Artino," she said with a gentle smile. "My safeword is Purple though I've never needed to use it and no Sir," she said unable to keep from being a little formal, his demeanor seeming to demand it, "I've not found my limits. Most of those that want to use the specialized rooms are seeking a thrill, they aren't necessarily skilled. We give them what they desire while truly being the ones in control of the situation," she explained with a small shrug and her eyes sliding away, a fresh blush on her cheeks making it clear she knew who was in control between them even now. <br><br>Him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 05:19:37</strong>
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				Dimitri's eyes left her finally, casting around the ball room at her words.&nbsp; He knew them to be true.&nbsp; The clientele here was exclusive in some sense, yes.&nbsp; But the majority were here to explore, to learn, to thrill.&nbsp; Some of them perhaps would one day learn to master themselves, but for most of them if there was an illusion of control, it was only that, an illusion.&nbsp; The staff here were truly creating a show for them.&nbsp; <br><br>He could see though that this girl understood it would be different for her tonight.&nbsp; He smiled at that, looking back at her.&nbsp; It is what he enjoyed.&nbsp; He was providing a service for her, he liked to think, changing the dynamic of the relationship that she was used to.&nbsp; "Things will not be how you're used to them," he commented simply.&nbsp; He felt no need to bluster.&nbsp; "I'm quite sure we will both enjoy that."<br><br>"If you're ready?" he said finally, standing once more and offering her his hand.&nbsp; He had soaked in her youthful beauty for a bit.&nbsp; In a different environment he might do so for longer.&nbsp; But there was a different pace, different expectations here.&nbsp; When she rose he gestured for her to lead the way.&nbsp; She was still the hostess.&nbsp; And besides he was interested to see if she would lead him to where she was meant to go.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 05:32:05</strong>
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				Derek raised an eyebrow as observed Sasha's reaction to his request. Could he have sturck a nerve? It didn't seem to be that difficult of a question to him. In fact, he had just answered it only a few moments ago. Then he rememebered that not everyone's life wasn't as easy as his was, even when including the few sins he had to go through in order to get where he was.<br><br>The man gave a soft laugh as he heard her joke, waiting for her to answer the question he had presented before her. Attentively, he listened to Sasha as she revealed a bit of information about herself. It wasn't much, but it was a little more than he expected. Especially her last statement. His gaze on her grew hungry and he licked his lips as he pondered on whether or not to take advantage of words, the ecstasy in his system adding to the growing fire within his body as the drug began to do its job.<br><br>Once he heard her final words, it caused him to laugh again. There she was, teasing him again by basically telling him that if anything were to happen between them, it would be on her terms. It was an obvious trap that most men would fall into easily. They'd give up their game and begin to play hers in hopes that she's evetually get somewhere, but they never would because it wasn't what she really wanted. It was hard to admit, but the reason that he hadn't gotten anywhere with Sasha was because he had tried to play her game, losing everytime because there was no way to win. Her game was filled with rules designed to keep her safe from guys like him. Rules... The things he loved breaking in a girl more than anything. Maybe that why he was attracted to her all of this time. Derek didn't know if it was the drug making him jump to conclusions, but it seemed to make sense to him at that moment. "I don't think I'd have it any other way. You wouldn't be as fun if you made yourself too easy. After all... you already know how I love a challenge." He grinned before taking a sip of his own drink.<br><br>Derek's heart began to beat faster as he saw her reach for the cloth, but he knew that it wasn't just the drug working its magic. It was an adrenaline rush, the one that he only got when he desired a woman, despite her own boundaries. Besides, he would have never have gotten as far as he did in the business world if he let himself be haulted so easily. He wanted her like crazy and was determined to get her, even if it meant he would have to push past her own defensive gaurd that had been up since he had sat down.<br><br>Finally, he made his move, his strong right hand suddenly wrapping around her wrist to hold her in place as he began to rise from his seat. "You don't have to call me that, y'know... Sir? I mean, I understand that technically I'm a client, but you do know my real name..." Derek told Sasha as he leaned in over the counter, his voice growing softer as the gap between their faces began to dwindle. His other hand came up, gently placing itself on her cheek as his thumb began to caress her soft, tanned skin. "Or would that be crossing a line for you...? Does referring to me as Sir help you to keep yourself from getting too involved with me?" The man teased the girl, his desire practically visible in his eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Caela</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 11:56:10</strong>
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				He confirmed what Kat already knew. He would be the only one in charge tonight. When he offered his and to her she felt her body tremble in anticipation and wondered if he knew the effect he was having on her. It was rare for her not to be taking the lead with a client and she was relishing it, savoring it, and delighting in the effect it had on her body. Looking at him as she stood, she didn't bother to hide the desire that was stark and naked in her eyes. If he'd bent her over the table just then, he would have found her body eager and ready for him.<br><br>She took the lead when he motioned for her to, but it was the way a pet on a leash will lead it's Master, knowing it can be called to heel or turned aside at the Master's whim. It may look as if the pet is leading the man, but both know who controls the leash. Even without a leash, she knew who controlled her path for this part of the evening. Weaving through the crowd she let her body arch and twist and roll gently, giving him a show of just how nubile she was before the left the ballroom and found the hallway to the more private rooms.<br><br>He hadn't actually told her which room he wanted but if he felt the need of a safeword for her that really only left one room on the table. She paused before a door whose nameplate read, "Torture Room", and turned her head to give a small smile to Dimitri, "I believe this is the room you wanted Mr. Artoni, but if I'm wrong I'll happily move to another door."<br><br>&lt;---Torture Room
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 15:44:40</strong>
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				That soft smile reformed on her full lips at Derek's response, giving a low laugh before she replied, "Indeed I do," she admitted, her green eyes flickering. As the chase thrilled him, it teasing that thrilled Sasha. There was something about the desperation in a man's eye as she worked him, all too subtly, that gave her a sense of power, of control.. She craved it. <br><br>The powerful, yet at the same time gentle grip on her wrist caught her by surprise. Clients weren't usually quite that aggressive with her, but God, she liked it. Watching him stand, her eyes focused now only on his movements, on the expression of desire on his face, she felt her face flush intensely, her fingers releasing the rag as he spoke. She felt her own heart begin to race, yet when he pressed his hand to her cheek, her eyes slowly drifted closed, leaning slightly into the touch, quite like a feline would eagerly press into the touch of her owner. "To be honest," she began, her eyes opening once more to look at him with a coy smile, "I do use it as... well a means of protection." She licked over her suddenly dry lips to moisten them before continuing. "I don't usually like to get close to men.." She didn't know why she was being so honest with him. It frightened her, knowing she was letting him in, past her iron walls that she'd built up after her father left. She didn't want to give anyone a chance to abandon her again.<br><br>Gulping hard, she knew there was no turning back. "I think I can make an exception though, Mr. Logan.." she whispered, "or would you prefer Derek?" she asked, taking a hold of his hand that stroked her cheek, bringing his pointer finger to her lips, giving the strong digit a slow lick before taking it gently into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>KnowThySire</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 23:55:37</strong>
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				Derek watched as the Sasha took his index finger between her lips, satisfied by the way she had finally stopped denying herself from him. Despite the rising heat of the situation, he couldn't help but give a small laugh as her words to him. All he wanted to do was reply with a corny line, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to chance it. It had taken him so long to break through her barrier and he had no desire to have himself move backwards. Instead, it seemed more appealing for him to play it safe for once which was a bit unusual for him. He rarely worried about messing things up with a female and always said the first thing that came to his mind since he could easily get another one to replace her if she got turned off by what he said. Maybe it was a tribute to how bad he had was desiring Sasha, making him unwilling to actually take a risk, even one that probably would have been small and insignificance in the end anyway.<br><br>He was hesitating from the overthinking of the question, and his grip around her wrist loosened for a brief moment. His heart had been pounding from excitement, but he was ignoring his usual instinct to push things further. Was he having a bad trip from the ecstacy he had taken earlier? Normally, his drugs would help him to lose his fears and allow him to throw caution to the wind. However, this time Derek was experiencing a different effect, one that was making him feel more reserved. It wasn't something that he was used to, and it was causing him to get upset. That something could actually make him act unlike himself bothered him, whehter it be the drug or his own yearning for the woman before him.<br><br>Overall, the whole situation was making Derek uneasy and even a little angry at himself. He wasn't going to let it beat him, though. Finally, he just blurted it out. "Please, please... Mr. Logan was my father." With those words, his resolve had returned. He didn't care how stupid, corny, or cliche the joke was because by getting the words out of his mouth Derek was able to overcome his own anxiety.<br><br>The man curled his finger slightly within the girl's mouth, applying a bit of pressure against her moist tongue as it rested atop it. "But, in all honesty, you can call me whatever gets you more excited. Whether it be Derek..." As he spoke, his hand released her wrist completely and moved to her hips, sliding downward until it was over her backside. "... Or Mr. Logan." He finished, hinting to the fact that he wasn't hating the idea of being addressed as a mister either.<br><br>Derek would have pulled Sasha up against him so that she could've felt his growing arousal that had started since he had begun speaking to her, but the counter between them prevented the two from getting too close. He hated his position, feeling that he was limited from taking her the way that he wanted. If they were to go any farther, somebody would need to move, if not both of them. "So, should we head somwhere with a little more privacy...?" Derek began to ask, his finger starting to move back and forth between her lips, the tip sliding aross her tongue. "Or should I join you back there and where I can make things a lot more exciting for you on this dull night." His hand moved to the edge of her mini-skirt, pulling it up slightly so that his hand could have access to the bare skin of her upper thigh. "That is, if this really is one of those opportune moments you were speaking of earlier." Once he was finished speaking, his finger was removed from her mouth, a bit of saliva dripping from it, as he granted her a minute to reply to his questions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RipTide</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 06:15:50</strong>
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				Her tongue wrapped around the digit, her eyes still focused firmly on him, flashing as she felt her own desire beginning a low burn; however, when he spoke, she couldn't help but laugh a little. Sasha was amused, glad he had offered the line to cut through a bit of the tension of their desire to make it a bit more comfortable. <br><br>"Mmm," she purred, giving his finger a suck and letting her tongue swirl swiftly around it before she pulled her mouth away with a faint pop as the suction broke. Feeling his hand move to her hip and wander down to the curve of her round ass, she gave him a coy smile. "How about this; I'll call you Mr. Logan, for now at least. Once you've proved to me you're good beneath the sheets.. Maybe then I'll call you by your first name." She meant it half as a tease and half seriously. Sasha already knew he'd be good in bed. Some people you could just look at them and think, <em>Damn, he knows what he's doing..</em> Derek was one of those. <br><br>Licking over her lips, Sasha silently cursed the bar between them, biting firmly at her lower lip a moment after when all she wanted was to press herself against him. At his inquiry, however, she slowly, hesitantly pulled away. "Let me make a call.." she whispered, turning and moving to the phone, dialing a quick extension to request someone be sent to the bar to cover for her, her eyes moving over Derek's torso eagerly all the while. Quickly hanging up the receiver, she combed her fingers back through her dark waves, stepping back from around the bar to slide her arm underneath his. She leaned close to him to whisper in his ear, letting her soft, full lips stroke over the shell of it as she lead him out of the ballroom. "Right this way, Mr. Logan."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 00:54:41</strong>
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				Tarik walked back into an empty ball room, after spending few hours in his room, and roaming around the grounds of the resort. Fresh air always gave him a new perspective, and today was a special day for him. He had been sober for so many hours after so long.<br><br>He looked around in the ballroom, there was no one except the lonely bar tender. The beautiful girl who had been at the bar earlier was gone. That was a long time ago, he reminded himself. He was going to walk back, when his dry throat checked him.<br><br>Tarik felt a little odd asking the bar tender for orange juice, but the bar tender did not seem to mind. Tarik thanked him, and looked around at the fine artwork of the ball room, while sipping it. He had plenty of time on his hands today.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 01:29:24</strong>
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				Ever after Richard<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/girls%20for%20rp/Clothes/CopyofAdrianaLima003.jpg)</div>Ever walked into the room her hair rippling softly behind her and heals clicking on the hardwood floor. She took note of the empty room and chewed her lower lip not sure if she was pleased that everyone seemed to be having fun somewhere else or upset that the party seemed to be a ghost town. She'd felt guilty since leaving so quickly but the even had proved fun so she pushed the slight guilt away.<br><br>She smiled noting Sasha seemed to be missing and made a note to give the girl a bonus. Walking to the bar her gaze caught on another person in the room. She smiled and tried to place the young man. memory served her well and she went to the bartender who supplied her with her normal lemon drop and she joined the man looking at the art work. "Beautiful isn't it?" She commented with a light smile before sipping her drink her eyes bright with interest as her gaze swept over him, assessing before meeting his gaze once more. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 02:18:32</strong>
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				His gaze was broken by a soft yet assertive. Tarik eyes went gracefully from the wall to her beautiful face to her sheer black dress, and back to her face. "Yes it is beautiful".<br><br>His eyes met her for a moment, before he touched the painting on the wall, feeling the material. "But now its beauty has been eclipsed", he said with a smile. "Moments ago, it was the most beautiful thing in the room, but not now". His eyes met her gaze again.<br><br>He remembered her from earlier, when he had noticed Kat looking at her with a hint of respect and reverence. "Hi, I am Tarik. It is nice to meet you". He extended his hand towards her.<br><br>(http://amayakinneas.webs.com/photos/Tokio-Hotel/bill_kaulitz_th_jpg.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 02:31:02</strong>
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				Her smiled showed amusement as she listened to him "A charmer," She remarked a hint of laughter in her voice, "I shall have to be careful" She took his offered hand and nodded to his introduction pleased she'd been correct in her guess at his identity. Mystery had it's place and it wasn't in her life as anything more then a passing illusion. <br><br>"It is a pleasure to meet you Tarik." She said her voice soft, "I'm Ever." She took back her hand and glanced at the painting again before looking at him, "I trust your enjoying yourself this evening?" She inquired with a knowing smile her eyes behind the black of her mask sparkling with amusement as she sipped her drink letting the tip of her tongue dart out to lick the sugar crystals from the rim of the glass.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 03:14:14</strong>
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				Tarik nodded playfully as she made a coy remark about having to be careful around him. His eyes studied the contrast that was created by the dark mask against her pale fair skin. But he was carefull not to linger on forever, lest her sparkling green eyes shoot him down. <br><br>"Ever", he mumbled lightly pondering over her name. He had not heard this name ever before, though he had travelled a lot through out the world. It had a simple yet charming sound to it. <br><br>"I am having a ball of a time here. Thanks for asking", Tarik responded to her question sincerely. Normally if someone will ask such a question about their services, he would mumble some niceties, but here he was responding from his heart. "It has been amazing till now".<br><br>He paused for a moment, watching her lick the sugar crystals from the rim of the glass. For a moment, he thought he heard a hissing sound, the movement of her tongue out of her luscious lips, made her look like a smiling assasin for an instant. The infinity tatoo on her wrist just added to the effect.<br><br>"You got a very unique name. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get that? It has such a poetic quality to it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 03:39:58</strong>
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				She quirked an eye brow deciding weather or not to answer him. She didn't normally talk of her past so much of it bitter sweet or down right painful to recall but she was in a good mood and the memory was a sweet on that bore little pain to recall. "Well my parent gave it to me" She remarked, "My mother was something of a free sprit fully in love with my father. They used to tell each other they would love one another forever and ever. When she became pregnant she wanted a name that was unique and nothing seemed to satisfy her. She still hadn't picked a name even once I was born."<br><br>Ever brushed back her hair a blinked quickly a few times trying to banish the warm prickling that told her clearly tears were on the way. Taking a deep breath she smiled softly, "She was struck by inspiration while holding a three day old me and talking to my father. I would be the evidence of their love forever and ever." She turned her head away for a moment looking with unseeing eyes at the painting, "Not the sort of story you were expecting I'm sure." She said slipping back into her roll banishing the memories back into the dark recesses of her mind and giving him an amused smile. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:29:40</strong>
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				Tarik listened intently as she told the story of her name. Her countenance changed from the flirty to something slightly pained for the time she was talking about it. The quickly blinking eyes, the brushing of her hair told him that she had another side to her, apart from the smooth flirty avatar she presented people with. He noticed the exiquisite tattoo on her hand, when she raised it to brush her hair. <br><br>"That was a lovely story", Tarik smiled. " Thanks for sharing it with me". He decided not to push his luck further, might be some time he would get to know more about this enigmatic beauty. "If my name had even half an interesting story, I would made a song about it", he made a self deprecating joke to lighten the mood.<br><br>Tarik sipped on his juice, it tasted freshly squeezed. It did not feel so good when he was alone. He smiled a little on his silly conjecture. "You are in charge of other girls here, right?", he asked here. He was pretty sure of that, but wanted to make sure because she looked so young. A young rising star.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 01:07:55</strong>
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				Ever raised an eye brow looking amused. "It usually takes the others a few visits to figure that out." She said sounding pleased her gaze flitting around the nearly empty room before returning to him. She was a little bothered by how empty the party was but everyone would be enjoying themselves she should be happy with that besides it made talking to interesting Tarik easier without having to watch out for the other girls.<br><br>"Yes I run the show up here." She said looking at ease, a slight shrug of her shoulders saying it didn't matter that much, "How may I ask did you figure it out? Usually I blend in with the other girls pretty well." She said with an inquisitive tilt of her head truly curious how someone on their first visit who only saw her for a few moments before she left with Stephen could have figured out who she was up here. It was a secret really but she didn't advertise and it wasn't something you usually talked to the clients about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 07:54:21</strong>
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				Tarik smiled on her curiosity to find out his secret. He had always been amused by the fact that you can infer so many things by just being a tad more attentive. Though he was very high last evening, he still had that deferential look that Kat threw at her embossed in his mind.<br><br>"This place runs like clockwork, I figured who else can manage it so well", Tarik joked. He paused for a while. "Actually it was not you who gave it away. I was talking to Kat last evening, and noticed her giving you this look. The kinda look that you reserve for your mentor or boss, so I guessed you must be one of them". His eyes slipped from her face, to her toned arms, and then stayed on her beautiful hands for a while. <br><br>He noticed the tattoo on her wrist again. Tarik kept his OJ on the table nearby, and extended his hand towards her. "I know a bit of palmistry. Do you want to know when you will own this place?", he smiled as he extended her an invitation to let him read her hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 08:10:42</strong>
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				The fact that he was so observant surprised the young woman. So many&nbsp; that passed threw their doors cared little except for what the place could provide them with, a safe haven to indulge in one's fantasies and desires. You were lucky if you knew the age of the girl you were with even though you knew her every measurement. Most weren't interested in such things beyond their own pleasure. The very fact that he'd been paying enough attention to Kat to notice the fleeing look in her direction was impressive.<br><br>Ever noticed his look to the slender tattoo on her wrist yet again and fingered it without much notice. It stood out starkly against her pale skin only a few months old, it still just slightly raised from her skin. Ever laughed lightly at his suggestion her eyes bright with mirth, "I wouldn't have guess you to be one to believed in such things." She said easily placing her hand lightly in his, "Now I'm intrigued, I've never had my palm read before." She said with a light smile a hint of excitement maybe even eagerness in her voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 06:10:32</strong>
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				Tarik smiled as she placed her hand in his hand lightly. He held her hand softly and motioned her to sit on the chair near the table. "I grew up in a weird place, so I picked up few things along the way", he explained to her as they sat near the table.<br><br>He placed her left hand under hers, lightly squeezing it as he brushed the top of her palm with fingers of his right hand. "You have got very beautiful hands", Tarik commented. He felt her soft smooth skin in his hands, they were so exiquisite. "She probably had not done any hard physical work in a while, benefits or perils of the job", he did not knew.<br><br>Tarik followed the life line on her hand, by slightly scratching it with his hand. It was a long straight line, with a couple of disconnects in between. "You will have a long life", he smiled at her, "but there is some kind of hiccup, few years from now". He concentrated on her hand, " might be some kind of accident, if you come through that you are going to live a hundred years", he added cheerfully. Tarik gave her an assuring look, "Now lets you at your money line". "Ah", he exclaimed, " you are going to come into lot of money, right around the time of that accident". "I think both are related", he had the serious look of a master on his face.<br><br>Tarik then moved his hand over to her wrist, caressing the tattoo a little. " And this birth mark indicates that God has marked you for great things", he said with as straight poker face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 07:29:13</strong>
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				Ever seemed to be enjoying herself looking interested when he mentioned an accident, not in the least concerned, and pleased about the windfall in her future. But when he caressed the tattoo she fought not to pull back a shiver passing over her. She willing herself to calm down to remember that he only knew what she told him and that past was where it should stay, in the past. It was odd feeling out of sorts in a place where she was usually in complete control. She wasn't so sure if she liked the sensation or not. Too much of her interaction with Tarik reminded her of thing, usually her tattoo's went unnoticed or if they were she'd invent some explanation for them, somehow she didn't think Tarik would believe her if she lied, an oddity she found appealing as much as it put her on edge.<br><br>She laughed soft at the last prediction, "Maybe if it was a birthmark I'd be inclined to believe you but as it is I doubt I'm destine for greatness any more then any of the other girls here and even more so that God would be aparty to it should it indeed come to pass." She said lightly a soft smile playing on her face. Her when back down to her hand in his curiosity taking the shadows from her eyes, "Can you see anything else?" she asked only to follow the first question with another, "Did it take long to learn suck a skill?" she asked her eyes glancing up to meet his.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 07:44:19</strong>
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				Tarik smiled, " I was just joking about the birthmark". He could sense an anger, a resentment towards God when she spoke about the future. Her body language was little less confident then before like she had some kind of struggle going inside her mind. Tarik squeezed her soft hand in his hands.<br><br>He looked again at her hand, all the lines were so cleart cut, not jumbled like his own. "You have natural leadership abilities, it all depends on how you use them. There is going to be a turbulent time in your future. It all depends what kind of decisions you make at that point of time. And I was not joking about that greatness thing, you will someday have that 'he told me so' moment". There was a twinkle in his eye.<br><br>Tarik came back to her second question, "I spent lot of my childhood around weird mystics, never went to school you know. I was kind of home schooled or you can say barely schooled at all. Streets were my school", he joked. "I wish I could now go to school, i missed that whole experience".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 08:10:15</strong>
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				She laughed again, enjoying Tarik quick wit.&nbsp; "If I have such a moment I'll be sure to remember you." She said with a playful wink lifting her glass to her lips and taking a dainty sip of the lemony cocktail. She listened as he spaoke about his childhood and wondered if she'd have felt the same as he if she'd had a diffrent childhood. Probably she decided, most people tend to want what they didn't or can't have.<br><br>"I would suggest going to collage, I have a lot of fun attending but I would imagine the undertaking to be quite difficult for one such as you." She said lightly making referance to his carreer and that fact that for him fitting in would be a bit more difficult then it would be for most. Ever couldn't imagine the stress of it. She was so careful with her own identity within these walls, careful that no one living within a hundred miles knew she worked there, she had a life outside, friends, a few far flung family members. Besides there was a danger to being ones fanticy with this place and not to conform to such rules on the outside, some tended to get confused.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 02:21:15</strong>
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				Tarik was still holding her hand, when she made the suggestion about going to college. It was not like Tarik had not thought about that, but he knew it was going to be too difficult with his fame, and stage image. He lifted her hand from the table, still wrapped in both his hands. His own hands were not very big, but her hand fitted perfectly in his. He slowly started separating and massaging her knuckles, and long slim fingers.<br><br>"College is not an option for me at this point", he replied. "Look what happpened to Emma Watson, and I like to think I am more popular than her, atleast in states". Tarik said with a self mocking smile on his face and a wink. He was very uncomfortable with some of the things his line of work forced on him, thats why he had started liking this place.<br><br>His hands were still working on her hand, though this eyes were focused on her face. "Can you arrange some classes for me here?", he asked with a quizzical look on his face. He was not sure what all they offered in here, but there is no harm in trying. "Though I cannot promise if I will turn our to be a good student or a bad one", he added with a playful chuckle.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 05:57:23</strong>
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				At his request a vivid image of one of her more spirited dominatrices playing teacher over him popped to mind and she smothered a laughed only to blush. Shaking away the image she forced herself to think of logistics, many people owed her or more specifically the club favors of one sort or another, it would be difficult but not impossible.<br><br>"Something can be arranged I'm sure, I'll even set aside the class room for your use if you'd like." She said with a soft laugh, never having imagined the room actually being used for anything academic before. For whatever reason she found the thought amusing.<br><br>Her gaze dropped to where his skilled fingers worked over her hand massaging away tension she hadn't even noticed was there. "Your very good at that," She said softly with a hint of her normal flirt smile returning, "It seems you have many talents Tarik." She said the smile returning with full force. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 06:21:24</strong>
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				Tarik gently lifted her hand and placed a light kiss on it, and kept on lightly massaging it. " Multi-talented! Sure I like to think that about myself". He smiled at her returning her flirty smile. She looked so beautiful with those white teeth shining through her beautifully defined lips.<br><br>" I don't want the room for myself alone, or any real academic things", he explained. " I was just wondering if you could be my teacher for the evening", he winked at her. " Only if you think you can handle a rowdy bad student like me", tarik mocked himself by pointing to his wild hair.<br><br>" might be we can share some talents with each other. Sometimes students learn from teacher and sometimes teacher can learn from students", he winked at her, throwing a fun challenge.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 22:37:16</strong>
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				Ever's laughter filled the small space around the two of them, "Oh I think I can handle you honey." She said playfully a hint of mischief in her blue eyes as she smile at him clearly amused. "I'd love to see what you could teach me, I'm always open to learning new things." She said with a smile.<br><br>"Come on lets see what kind of things we can learn from each other." She said a spark of excitement in her gaze as she wrapped her hand softly around his and rose gracefully to her feet, pulling him lightly indicating he should follow her as her gaze traveled to the hall way before meeting his once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Changeling</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 23:00:46</strong>
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				In this few moments, Tarik had fallen in love with her smile, the way her eyes glistened when she was amused by something. There was something different in the way she smiled at that point, some hidden force that pulled Tarik closer to her. And who was he to resist such an endearing pull.<br><br>Tarik felt her hand wrap around his, as she stood up from the chair with a feline grace. Her sheer black dress falling down a little to cover a tad more of her thighs. He saw her look towards the hallway, hinting about the path to their destination. It was definitely not in the area where Kat took him.<br><br>Tarik got up from his chair, as she gently led him. His eyes looking at her bouncy hair, each curl, each bounce adding to her allure. The sheer top which instead of hiding her skin, added a different perspective to it, like her body was inviting him to look inside the forbidden veil. His eyes slipped to her majestic ass, swaying as she lead the way. The thong seemed more like a decoration on it, rather than something intended to cover her ass.<br><br>" Who is going to the teacher first? Do we have some school dresess?", he was getting more and more curious as she lead him deeper into the hallway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Masquerade - Main Ball Room</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 19:05:34</strong>
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				"Hmm" She said drawing out her answer as they walked. The low lighting of the hallway was deceptive, making it seem almost foreboding, adding that hint of mystery that pervaded the entire up floor. Ever loved the almost sinister quality to some parts of the area, that at least here she would always know her next step even in the shadows.<br><br>"I think I'll teach first if you don't mind." She said stopping and leaning back against one of the doors illuminated from above in shadowy light that highlighted her body and cast her eyes in shadow. She favored him with a smile that carried a hint of laughter, "I'm kind of eager to see what form your bad behavior will take." she said with the lightest of laughs.<br><br>She turned from him then hair swishing around her and falling over her shoulders as she leaned her head forward and pressed a series of numbers into a key pad that a moment ago had been dark and unnoticed. <br><br>The door opened up into a room the looked remarkably like a class room found anywhere in america. Tables faced the front of the room where a lone chalk board hung on the wall. An impressive desk sat in the back of the room just feet from the door and a storage closet sat near the corner.<br><br>"As for dresses," she smiled as if the thought brought to mind something pleasing. In fact it did. Countless hours shopping to fill each closet with the appropriate outfits. the laughter she'd shared with some of her friends long gone. She knew just in this room the closet held everything from a nun's habit to a naught school girls out fit and everything in between. Not to mention the variety of toys and small equipment stored there as well "I'm sure we can find something." She said casually leading him into the room and closing the door.<br><br>Moved to Class Room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107056.0)
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