#stigr2

Heat week was over and as exhausting as it could be, Noah fucking loved it. Still, after a day or two of recovery and the excitement having died down, things went right back to boring as fuck normal in the Undercroft. Unless a master in heat rented him, which had happened but not as much as usual, Noah didn't get bitten half as much as he liked to even if he got more sex and he was determined that today he was absolutely getting someone to take him out of the Undercroft and get their fangs in him.

The cambion was keeping an eye on the entrance to the Undercroft, prowling around a little restlessly as he did, when he saw Stigr walk in and brightened. Bingo. Noah would've practically taken any vamp (except Aneirin) but to see a master he actually liked was a stroke of good luck. The councilman had only rented him once but he'd had a helluva good time and was eager to repeat the experience.

"You look hungry." He mused, grinning as he walked over, hopefully catching Stigr's eye and keeping his attention away from any of the other slaves. "Lemme help with that." It was cocky and bold but Stigr had seemed to appreciate that last time.

It'd been too long since he'd been at a proper club. Even dodging the tail end of countless wings and who knew what else sticking off of people's costumes, Soren felt he was fighting for his life just trying to get to the front of the bar and wrangle enough attention to ask the bartender a few questions. He was in no way prepared for how many party-goers were in Krovstown that night, not compared to the strangely relaxed air of life he'd seen in the village thus far. All these people couldn't have come down from the castle... could they? He pushed his way between two dancing men who had gotten their drinks without bothering to make way for anyone else to get through, smacking his hand down on the bar finally with an exasperated grunt as he shouldered a bit too hard into his neighbor in his efforts to close the gap.

"Sorry," Soren leaned back with an apologetic grimace, staring for a second at the admittedly pretty impressively made costume the other man was wearing, "Just need a mo-- councilman?" There was no way. The human stared at the other man incredulously, taking in what little he could make out of his face and saying the first thing that came to his mind as he tried to process the sight of Stigr in this get-up, "You have to be burning up in that."