Post by Uriel on May 11, 2010 17:19:42 GMT -5
A night at Emerald Skies, clearly a rising star among clubs seeing as it'd only been open recently. Things like that tend to draw out the rich and powerful and as Uriel Seran would be unlucky to discover that his trespasses lingered everywhere. Accompanied by his focused band of guards he entered the club looking to the appeal of any native prince drawing his own crowd. But very much unlike a celebrity of any sort his crowd was under a very different kind of spell. A very cocky scowl and a smile and he'd manage to dethrone a local from his reserved seating. He chose this spot because the velvet appealed to the shimmer of his pale blue eyes.
Those eyes in fact trekking across the dance floor. Not a dancer himself by nature picked clubs such as this to appeal to one of his tastes, a taste many would consider either a strength or a weakness and that was women. A Seran's Achilles heel in this part of the world it'd seem as he allured her to his side cunning tongue dabbling in French to court her with Sensual desire at the tip of his tongue. Though like all things to Uriel she had her purpose and once that was indeed expired he'd be rid of her like a tissue.
"I don't suppose I know you ma belle?" the snake like tongue working to uncoil her loins without touch.
"No.. I um maybe I saw you at the beach?"
"Non, Ne ces pas le B-E-ach" He tried feigning at innocence as though not understanding the language. A play that more or less worked and if it didn't he always had that special talent of his.
"I'm going to be using your services tonight ma belle, being alone it doesn't suit you..." With that his eye would begin to glimmer, the sudden strings working to the master puppeteers will and he could see straight through her. Sweating with the thump of the music and red trying to fight the alluring power like a drug sneaking beneath her skin.
Those eyes in fact trekking across the dance floor. Not a dancer himself by nature picked clubs such as this to appeal to one of his tastes, a taste many would consider either a strength or a weakness and that was women. A Seran's Achilles heel in this part of the world it'd seem as he allured her to his side cunning tongue dabbling in French to court her with Sensual desire at the tip of his tongue. Though like all things to Uriel she had her purpose and once that was indeed expired he'd be rid of her like a tissue.
"I don't suppose I know you ma belle?" the snake like tongue working to uncoil her loins without touch.
"No.. I um maybe I saw you at the beach?"
"Non, Ne ces pas le B-E-ach" He tried feigning at innocence as though not understanding the language. A play that more or less worked and if it didn't he always had that special talent of his.
"I'm going to be using your services tonight ma belle, being alone it doesn't suit you..." With that his eye would begin to glimmer, the sudden strings working to the master puppeteers will and he could see straight through her. Sweating with the thump of the music and red trying to fight the alluring power like a drug sneaking beneath her skin.
