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She grabbed her little box she had for tips and walked off the stage. She loved being able to sing, as well as being surrounded by so many attractive people. She started emptying the box, and looked up at the person. “Hey there, did you enjoy the set? I know the lounge has some pretty awesome drinks.” She smiled at them. @ecstasyimport​

the early shift didn’t typically bring many visitors to the concierge desk. typically, clients checked in later in the evening and slept most of the morning away in time for a late lunch and more of a lavish lifestyle than analeise could ever hope to lead. since she has the morning shift, it’s quiet – so one can usually find her nose in a book. the sound of the phone ringing beside her, cutting through the silence of the lobby, caused her to jump. even so, she’s quick to pick up the phone, “ –– ecstasy hotel and spa, this is analeise speaking, how can i help you this morning? ”

isabela didn’t exactly socialize with other dancers, except for january since she loved talking to the woman. “thanks jan.” she smiled. “i mean, unlike a lot of the dancers up there who saw a movie or something, i was an exactly professionally trained dancer.” she said. “perfect, drinks are on me, the man are pretty drunk tonight which means that i get more money than usual.”

“Thanks.” He smiled as he grabbed a new pair of gloves. Nodules? What the hell was that? He thought as he nodded. “Yeah, uh, I can see if they’re swollen or something, give you some numbing spray for your throat but for anything more serious you’d need to go see a doctor.” He mused as he motioned for her to sit on the examine table. Getting a tongue depressor and a flash light he looked into her throat and then he brought his hands up to feel them gently. “Yeah, they look a little red, not swollen but I would rest my voice and drink some tea.” He said as he sat on his chair. “And eat vanilla ice cream. The cold will be good for your throat and the blander flavor will keep it from irritating it worse.” He told her.

His eyes drank her in and he smiled. “It really would be wouldn’t it?” He replied gently as his eyes finally made their way up to meet hers. “Champagne?” He asked. “Us meeting should be celebrated.” He added. “Because we are the best looking pair in this place.” He joked lightly.

she’s  never  been  one  for  games;  maybe  it  shows  on  her  face  that  she’d  prefer  to  just  say  it,  get  to  the  point.  sam’s  words  almost  get  her  to  call  her  on  it,  to  tell  her  to  just  relent  now  so  they  don’t  have  to  waste  time.  but  she  knows  that  the  chase  only  makes  the  kill  more  satisfying.  so  there  she  remains  in  her  personal  space,  maybe  a  little  closer  now,  enough  to  feel  the  heat  radiating  off  her  skin,  so  their  words  are  shared  only  between  the  two   of  them.  ❝  and  if  you  don’t  …  i  get  to  ask  something  personal.  ❞  she  makes  sure  to  add  that  reminder,  keeping  her  eyes  on  sam’s  as  she  tries  to  think  of  something  interesting.  ❝  alright  …  would  i  rather  fuck  in  the  shower  or  the  balcony ?  ❞  the  words  curl  a  bit  as  she  caves  to  her  more  blunt  instincts,  obviously  implying  something  that  they’re  both  already  thinking  about.  but  as  she  punctuates,  she  slips  just  a  little  closer.  but  part  of  her  is  curious  to  see  just  how  good  sam’s  people  reading  skills  are.

Adam stopped people-watching for a moment as the song coming from the speakers changed. He knew this song. He knew this song very well and he wasn’t the biggest fan. “Why’d they have to choose this one? It wasn’t even one of our good ones,” he muttered to nobody in particular. Adam had written this particular song earlier in his career and although it was popular, it was kind of embarrassing for him to hear it now. 

Sebastian sat at the bar drumming his fingers on the smooth surface as his drink was made. Thanking the bar tender he turned to the person who so boldly sat next to him. “You want me to buy you a drink?” He asked casually.

*•.¸☾―《 liz gillies, cis female, pansexual (heteroromantic) 》pippa prewett is a 24 year old who works at the hotel/club as a bartender. she is described as ambitious but also secretive. it is known that they enjoy rough sex & voyeurism, but they do not enjoy watersports & scat.

*•.¸☾―《 kelsey merritt, cis female, pansexual 》aspen aquino is a 20 year old client who is a level one member. she is described as kind-hearted but also reserved. it is known that they enjoy kissing & teasing, but they do not enjoy watersports & scat.

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“I’ve found myself asking that question a few times over the years,” Adam muttered, more to himself than to her before giving her a smile. “Even if it seems like a shit idea, it’s good to go with your instincts. Maybe it’ll be a surprise hit.” None of Adam’s popular songs were any of his favourites so he learned very early to go with the flow. 

It takes a moment for Morgan to notice the card that appears on the table in front of him, blinking a few times before looking up to see a woman speaking to him. “Uhh…” His mouth was left agape, before straightening himself up. “Th-thanks so much, that’s real nice,” he told her, a confused smile now appearing on his face. “Do I look that stressed?” he asked with a soft chuckle. 

He laughed and sat back. “Well I can be a good boy without the whole dom suit, that’s just for fun.” He laughed lightly. “But I am down to hang and fuck and hang some more.” He smiled.