(( Closed starter for @sluttyspiderpolkacock )) – It wasn’t often anymore that Vae found herself back in more familiar and comfortable haunts … but something about this particular club was just gritty and filthy enough to feel nostalgic while being spit-shined well enough for the presence of an Overlord not to stand out. Fun as it might be, the goal of the night wasn’t to draw undue attention onto herself. No, this time … a more subtle approach would be required. After all, she was now deep behind enemy lines, hunting for a prize that ‘belonged’ to someone else. And so it was that the hellhound Overlord had chosen a relatively secluded booth near the back of the club, where she would have the broadest view of her chosen hunting grounds for the night. She had not come alone, a pair of surly-looking reptilian demons serving as her ‘body guards’. It was ironic, really … for however mean-looking and muscle-bound her entourage appeared, the tall lithe canine they were ‘protecting’ gave off a far more intimidating presence than they would ever be able to muster. In truth, they were only there to serve as additional pairs of eyes with which to search and additional mouths with which to speak, should there be a need. A meager flex of her own growing power within potentially hostile territory. But if the night kicked off the way Vae hoped it would … such bravado would likely not be needed. All she had to do first was find a certain itsy-bitsy spider…
Though the music kept booming, the clubgoers parted like a bleeding sea the very moment the demon stepped through the doors. They knew he was armed, locked, loaded. Any other night he’d spend dealing love, but the mood with which his sneer deterred inexperienced catcalls immediately send a different message. The Spider in the Kinky Boots would be dealing death.
But not before some flirting for good luck. Gaps in the vibing crowd closing behind him, his persona completely changed as the hat came off and he greeted the bartender with a seductive lean over the counter. Angel knew how to get himself a free drink. As he did so, he gauged his periphery for newcomers and prey. Without making direct eye contact, he sized up an unfamiliar trio in the corner.
Big shot bitch, ah? he thought to himself with an abrupt SLAM of his shot to the table. Angel wouldn’t be concerning himself with her for a number of reasons. For one, he was off the clock and had no imperative to humor a woman. Yet, he felt something in the air. An atmosphere of danger that stiffened his fluff. Anything having to do with her was surely not what he came to deal with, so he figured the time for bluffing would be now.
He allowed their eyes to lock before spinning in his stool. “ I’m off the CLOCK, Toots ~ ” he boasted with a boost of his cleavage, “ Ya ain’t gettin’ a taste a THIS tonight. Maybe next time ~ ” Angel then spun back around, keeping his more proximal secondary eyes on her. If she or either of her two bodyguards made a move, he’d be ready.
It’d certainly be a shame, though. This was his favorite club.
If the hellhound was even slightly put off by the rejection, she did a fine job of not showing it, an easy nonchalant smile slithering across her long muzzle. “If I was lookin’ for a piece of ass t’night, that might actually have disappointed me. But I’m not, so it don’t.” Vae paused just long enough to withdraw a pack of cigarettes before adding in that same deceptively smooth tone, “I’m here t’talk business of a different kind. I’m of the understandin’ that aside from bein’ a hot lil’ dish every soul across the Pentagram drools over, y’got yourself a pretty decent headcount when it comes t’angels ... is that right...?” As she took one of the unlit cigarettes between her teeth, no lighter of any kind was taken out. Instead, a quick snap of her clawed fingers produced a small azure flame for just long enough to give herself a light. That same eerie blue glow now smoldered at the lit end of the cigarette, rather than the usual deep orange one would expect. Taking a long slow drag, her muzzle split into a broad predatory grin as coils of smoke swirled out from between her many fangs. It was difficult to tell if all of this was some thinly-veiled attempt at intimidation or if this was simply a part of her natural character. The reptilian lackeys, for their part, largely kept to themselves, muttering to one another low enough not to be heard. This was for their employer to sort out, until they were called upon. Until then ... nothing that was said was any of their business.
