Tulani and her escort make quite an entrance. The exotic Sphynx is wearing her Chronotopian ensemble, while the tall cheetah next to her is also exotic to the club, which doesn't allow slaves. The Savanite isn't wearing a slave collar though. His brown hair is slicked back, and he wears a loose golden Zolk tunic with a subtle Naga-scale pattern woven in. Over that is a multi-colored gypsy vest (though more like Abu-Dhabian), with gold (chitin) chains joining the front and sides together. Tight black side-corseted leather pants reach nearly to his high ankles and leave little to the imagination, while a sarong-like magenta sash serves as a belt and drapes down over one hip. He isn't wearing shoes, but does have toe-sandals bound by gold cloth with wraps up the length of his feet. Topping it off is a jaunty beret that matches the hip-sash, and has a single black feather sticking straight up from it.
"So what do you want to do first?" Tulani purrs to Pierce. "Drink? Gamble? Take in a show? Or maybe get a nice massage?"
"Well, active stuff should be first. Drink, then watch the show while drinking. Gamble afterward, then wrap up with a massage?" Pierce signs as he shifts from foot to foot. He hasn't work this much clothing in forever! Plus the tight pants feel really funny. As least they don't squeak.
After a few steps, there's a squeak! It's not from the pants though. "Oh wow you came!" Honey exclaims in her squeakiest of voices.. and pats Pierce's pants. "Smooth! Are you going to the bar?"
Pierce's head tilts. "She's showing off her tongue when she talks, watch her," he signs to Tulani, grinning. He then nods to the Lapi, "To the bar, yes." He also pats the naked doe's backside and grins.
So Honey escorts the pair to the sprawling bar, Tulani keeping her elbow entwined with Pierce's the whole time. There are a lot of jealous and appraising looks cast their way by the time the get there. "I can get you a table if you want," the doe offers.
"What is with the looks?" Pierce signs to Tulani. As for the doe's question, he nods!
Honey brings them to a small table that's closer to the center of the room, thus giving them a good view of the other sections - and putting them where others can see them as well. "I'm sure they haven't seen a well dressed male Savanite before," Tulani guesses, then grins, "Or they're just jealous that I'm with you."
"It must be me. You're pretty ordinary," Pierce signs, then 'polishes' his claws on his chest. One thing a feline can do really well is look smug! His ear wiggles hopefully convey he's joking.
Honey vanishes, and returns with Naga wearing a snazzy tuxedo. "I will be your ssserver, Messier and Madame," he says with a Gallisian accent. "What is your pleasure?"
"Everyone and all possible positions," Pierce signs, his face perfectly straight, too.
"Do you have any Saskanar fruit brandies?" Tulani asks, while Honey covers her mouth and tries to look innocent. There's a gently cat-tail swat on Pierce's hip.
Pierce eyes Tulani, then sticks out his forked, studded, tongue at her. "Do you have anything from Sylvania?" he signs then to the naga, an actual, honest, quesiton.
"We have apricot, bloodberry, peach, pomegranate, plum and pineapple currently," the Naga notes. "From Sylvania we have a very rare Mephisto wine, called the Royal Waltz. It requires special permission to open, however." The Naga's eyes flick upwards to the central pillar, where Bara oversees her domain.
"How is this permission obtained?" Pierce signs to the Naga. To Tulani he explains his question by signing a single word to her. "Rose."
"A request is sent to the mistress of Paradise," the Naga says. "Honey can make the request if you wish."
"Should I?" Pierce asks of Tulani.
"If it's what you want, sure," Tulani says. "This is your night after all." She has a big feline grin as well.
"Ask, but do not press?" Pierce signs to the doe and the naga, "I am fine with a simpler wine." While he's signing this, his tail has snuck up Tulani's dress ... and tickles.
Tulani snurks at the tickling, but nods to the waiter and Honey. The doe hops over the railing and hurries to the central pillar, little tail twitching back and forth.
"She is so cute," Pierce thinks as he watches the doe scurry off. Pierce tickles Tulani again, then withdraws that tormenting tail. "You're being disturbingly nice to me lately," he signs to Tulani. "Why?"
"Because you haven't had gotten to spend much time enjoying yourself as.. well.. a man," Tulani says, switching to Sylvanian for privacy. "Where you get to be in charge, that is. I'm sure the rat has loads of fun."
"That can be very dangerous, you know," Pierce signs, grinning. "I can be very evil."
"You? Evil?" Tulani asks, raising one white eyebrow skeptically - which also causes the emerald to catch the light and flash a bit. "I could see the rat being evil.. but Pierce? Even as yourself you just.. teased a bit."
"I have a lot of frustration," Pierce points out, and waggles his eyebrows.
"Frustration from what.. not me?" Tulani asks, splaying her fingers out and pressing them to her chest in mock shock.
"Everything!" Pierce claims. Since he has to sign, he can play with his lip bar with his tongue. "Plus, I'm scared."
"Well, I can sympathize with being scared," Tulani admits. "But what do you want to do that's evil, hmm?"
"Chain you up, fill your ears with wax, and experiment," Pierce signs, then smirks. "All you could do is feel."
Tulani's eyes go wide. "Why wax? I'm not an Eeee, so losing my hearing won't be a huge issue.."
"Because add in a blindfold and nose plugs and you would be helpless. And squirmy," Pierce signs, smirking still. He wiggles his lip bar again.
"Hmmm," the Sphynx considers. "I thought you'd turn me into a Savanite and make me service all the men that came to the salon. But a little kinky play doesn't sound bad at all. It's not like you're Hortense after all.."
"I can't really shape in here and besides, where would the fun in that be for me?" Pierce signs and sticks out his tongue. "Do you want to be a female savanite? They would pierce you up worse than me..."
"Maybe after we've dealt with everything else," Tulani says, adding a wink. "As for being chained up.." She's interrupted by the return of Honey, who is all smiles.
"Since you helped with making Fluffer.. better.. Mistress Bara says you can share a glass of the wine, if that's acceptable," the doe relates.
Pierce barks a laugh. "Did she actually test him?" he signs the question. He also nods in agreement to the offer.
"She makes sure everyone is suitable to work here, so of course she did," Honey says, as the Naga slithers off. "Have you ever shared a glass of Mephisto before?"
"A couple times," Pierce signs and nods. "Surprising, I know. But it is why I asked."
"I've never shared one before, no," Tulani admits.
"I know the Mistress had a hard time finding it," Honey says. The Naga returns, holding a tray with a single dark wineglass atop it. He sets the glass in the center of the table between the cheetah and Sphynx.
"Well, it is hard to produce. Comes from grapes grown in a graveyard," Pierce signs as he eyes the glass, looking at it this way and that. "You first, Mistress," he signs to Tulani.
"You can take the first sip," Tulani offers, only to have Honey say, "No no, you have to serve each other."
"Well, in Blakatball you serve by ..." Pierce signs, then grins and wiggles his ears. He takes the glass in his hand and holds out out gingerly to Tulani.
Tulani scoots her chair closer until it's right next to Pierce's. Then she puckers a bit so Pierce can tip the glass for her sip.
"Oh what I wouldn't give for some magic cheese right now to rub on her lips," Pierce thinks evilly. But he's being good. Mostly. He touches the glass to her lips and tips it for her.
The feline licks her lips and wiggles her whiskers after the sip, then takes the glass and offers it to Pierce. "Down the hatch!" she says.
Pierce rolls his eyes and wiggles his ears. He takes his sip now, though he keeps his eyes on the devious cat.
Tulani lowers the glass, then takes hold of Pierce's hand. The wine is already causing a buzz on Pierce's tongue, and the memory begins to unwind. There's music, and a ballroom. Pierce is dancing the waltz with a dark-haired human woman.. but this doesn't last. He feels himself becoming more cheetah-like as his dance partner becomes more Sphynx like, until it's Pierce and Tulani dancing in the ballroom, with the other nobles and wearing fancy dress. Maybe sharing the glass really does have special significance, making sure both people get the same memory.
"Woah, okay. This is nice," Pierce thinks as he dances along in this dreamlike state. He ordered the wine because of Rosalind; the sole real reason he came back to this city. She said he needed to, to bring closure, and so he did. Seems a lifetime ago and somehow not all at the same time. All that aside, for the moment there is no impending doom here. It is a quiet moment. Peaceful. Rare these days.
"Think it'll be like this again someday?" Tulani asks him, her voice odd (since it's clearly from outside the hallucination).
"No, I don't," Pierce says in the dream, and possibly signs outside. Dreams are often that way. "I have to believe it will be better."
Tulani smiles, and the music begins to fade, along with the memory, until they're both back in the club, with half a glass of wine left.
"Wow.. taking it together really is.. interesting," Tulani admits. "I'm surprised it was so tame.. considering the stuff that goes on in this club."
"Well, it is from Sylvania. It wouldn't reflect things here," Pierce points out in sign. "Here, we do horrible debauching things to make a Yodhblakat blush." He smirks.
"Oh and Sylvanian nobility didn't get up to any hanky-panky?" Tulani asks. "Isn't that how you met Snow - because some monster was gobbling up the good erotic memory grapes?"
"That is entirely different," Pierce signs, then looks around to see if any prying lapi ears are around.
Honey is still hovering nearby, but apparently doesn't speak Sylvanian. The number of people in Babel that do is likely miniscule.
"So ... what would you like to do now? We still have more wine," Pierce notes.
"I suppose it's safer to finish the glass than to head out onto the dance floor," Tulani says with a grin, and offers up the glass to Pierce again.
Pierce' ears wiggle. He also makes a mental note to tell Honey to pinch Fluffer's butt for him. But for now ... more wine! He takes his next sip, then before the effects begin takes the glass and offers it back to Tulani with care.
The glass is finished off, and after the 'dance' there's still a nice warm buzz that would take a bit more 'normal' wine to achieve otherwise. "Is there a show tonight, Honey?" Tulani manages to ask, and the doe nods. "It'll be starting soon, an exotic dance troupe from Gigi!"
Pierce groans and rubs his forehead! "Them again!" he signs to Tulani. "We're doomed."
"What? Doomed?" Tulani asks, and pokes Pierce in the shoulder. "Explain please."
"It is ... them" Pierce signs, "Don't you remember them? The gigi giggle gaggle?"
"Oh.. are they the ones that came to the salon that one time?" Tulani asks. "I remember the human one.. I think I rented you to them, didn't I? But I haven't seen them perform. Are they good? Any moves I should learn?"
Pierce rubs over his face. "You won't be moving much tonight. Just .. sit back. You'll see what I mean about them and doom," he signs, grinning.
As the get seats (Tulani wants to sit as close to the stage as possible, of course) the orchestra is getting ready. It's much larger than the one for the performance a Thath's home, but there's still a lot of drums being set up. And torches.. the stage is looks like it could easily catch fire, especially with the unlit torches set at strategic locations.
"I bet I could be a decent dancer," Tulani claims. "I've got the legs for it, don't I? It's just the wings that get in the way.."
Pierce shifts nervously. Being up this close they might recognize him. And that just dangerous. So is Tulani's question. "Of course you could. I bet Mave could teach you the very best dancers and how to get people to stick shekels in all the right places," the savanite signs and grins widely.
"Not that kind of dancer," Tulani notes. Then she reaches over and plucks Pierce's nose-ring out. With him being dressed and all, there probably isn't much to identify him by without that one bit of obvious jewelry.
Pierce yowlps and holds his nose. He then give Tulani the evil eye. "But I want you to be that kind of dancer!" he signs. He waggles his brow.
The music starts.. well, it's all drums of course, but still a bit of a fanfare.. as the dancers run out onto the stage. They have more room here, and so add some somersaults and other acrobatics. They're dressed in typical Gigi sarongs and wrap bikini tops, but the fabric looks a bit.. off. During the tumbling, unlit torches are scooped up as well.
"No male dancers," Tulani notes, slightly disappointed.
Pierce sits back and watches, his brow being the most communicative part of him at the moment. "/I wonder if their outfits are flammable,/" he wonders, then eyes Tulani. "/I'm more than enough male for you," he signs to her.
The drums take on a more familiar rhythm, as the hula-belly-dance portion begins - with fire. It looks like a story is being told, with the felines circling around the lone human, who is using her arms and hands a lot more than the others (but isn't holding torches).
Pierce's head tilts. "Nala?" he signs to Tulani.
"Who knows.. they probably have lots of stories," Tulani replies. "Dancing them out can't be any more confusing than trying to listen to them."
"Except if you don't know the dance," Pierce signs.
It isn't really clear what's happening. There's some sort of dance-competition, and then more fire juggling. Sure enough, the costume are made of something like flash-paper. The human girl is surrounded, and her costume goes poof.. but then her 'attackers' fall back as she starts a new dance, involving tassels that were under the faux-fabric. She really gets them swirling, but it's when the tips are lit on fire that it gets really impressive, as there are glowing circles around her breasts and hips where the tassels hang and spin. The other dancers seem cowed by this, until they start to mimic the dance, burning away each of their costumes to reveal.. more tassels.
"They're braver than I would be. Burns hurt," Pierce signs as he watches, wide-eyed. He also shivers at the thought of being burned. Sure Yodhgorphat days have hurt, but burns are still usually worse.
"They're glistening.. probably have wetted fur and skin," Tulani notices. "I'm impressed that they can keep those things twirling. I mean.. they aren't that busty really. I could try that! I might knock someone out but.."
"You have sure become a lot more adventurous. Probably from all those peasants you've eaten," Pierce signs, ears wiggling all the way.
Before the tassels burn away completely, they're discarded. The now naked dancers begin something more complicated, involving jumping and being held overhead and spun by other dancers. It's much more energetic than it is sensual, at least. The audience likes it though!
"Not peasants," Tulani says, sticking out her lower lip. "Cannibals and murderers and.. nasty sorts. It's not like they taste good or anything.."
"And you make fun of Yodhgorphat," Pierce teases and pokes her with his tail. His eyes are on the stage though. He is quite impressed by the acrobatics. Why, gypsies did things like that ... while everyone's pockets were picked. Thankfully his pants are so tight he'd feel it.
Of course, what goes up, must come down. The elevated dancers are tossed upwards and outwards, tumbling right off the stage and into the audience.. where they continue to dance (and tease) around the tables.
"See! Doom! Dancing naked girls!" Pierce signs to Tulani.
"Maybe they're looking for a volunteer," Tulani teases, and nudges Pierce.
Pierce squeaks! "Me?!?" he signs.
Tulani grins and points to Pierce when one of the dancers goes by. This completely backfires, as the dancing kitty takes the pointing hand and tries to get Tulani to get up out of her seat.
Pierce grins. But ... he actually tries to help Tulani out by offering to stand up himself. "You'll owe me," he signs to her as he rises.
Of course, this sacrifice is also accepted.. which means both of them are hauled to the stage amidst the cheers of the audience.
"Why does everything backfire on me?" the poor savanite has to think. But at least this time Tulani suffers too!
"This isn't what I meant about learning to dance," Tulani mewls. Once they're up on stage the pair is separated. And for now, not expected to dance. Pierce is at the center of a trio of dancers that are treating him like some sort of holy idol, as they dance and bow and... bend over backwards. It's only a matter of time before they're using the taller feline as a prop! Tulani isn't faring any better, having her wings spread out and uses to wrap and unwrap spinning dancers.
"Well, I can't sat this is entirely bad! Being handled by naked girls ... mrowr," Pierce thinks smugly, and looking mightily pleased. He even starts to act a bit haughty, nodding and looking generally approving at the worship.
The human girl approaches Pierce next.. apparently the High Priestess, as she tries to tempt him into dancing.. which seems to involve a lot of rubbing up against him. Now the leather squeaks.
And Pierce, being Pierce, follows her when she bends backwards at one point ... then licks the human from navel to neck! Challenge accepted, apparently. It does strike him as ... odd, though. Spotted jaguars were the villains of Gigi ... and the human is enticing a spotted cat!
Whatever ritual is being enacted with Tulani.. the Sphynx is having a harder time of it! One of the dancers will start dancing in front of her, and Tulani tries to match her.. until of course the Gigi does something with her hips that Tulani just can't match. Then she gets penalized, as the dancer steals some item of Tulani's outfit and wears it herself! A fresh dancer then corners the Sphynx for another round. There are quite a few bits being worn by the other dancers now, and Tulani is having to use her wings to cover herself.. which makes it that much harder to keep up with her instructors.
The human dancer winks at Pierce for the lick, and then climbs onto him. The other dancers help, getting Pierce to lean back and spin around as a counterbalance, with the girl seeming to grow out of him at the hips.
Inside, Pierce is cackling at Tulani's predicament. He's quite enjoying watching his friend getting stripped down. The part he is asked to do, though ... ends up being tricky! Men have different centers of balance from women, something that always hits him in a shift. Still, he is somehow managing to lean back and spin without toppling over! Maybe it is from hanging around Naga so much.
Of course, this turns out to be a trap! One of the dancers 'trips' Pierce, making him fall backwards into the arms of the dancers behind him, who just lower him to the floor until the 'priestess' is straddling him and raising her arms up in triumph at having subdued the demon! There is much cheering.
And Pierce blows a mostly silent raspberry at the human from his position on his back. "How undignified. I am not a demon," he thinks.
This seems to be end of the dance, as the dancers take their bows.. and shower Pierce with Tulani's clothing, leaving the Sphynx hiding behind her wings.
And Pierce ties up Tulani's clothing into a ball, leaving the sphynx naked. And boy does he grin. "And that is how you remain for the rest of the night," he signs to her as he gets to his feet.
"Ooo.. well, might as well get our massages then," Tulani says, wrapping her wings around like a cloak.. and taking her bow to the audience as well.
And of course Pierce tries to pull her wings back when she bows!
"Ack!" This gets a tailswat, and a reminder that Tulani is strong.. her wings don't budge!
Of course, all of this still leaves her butt exposed.
Pierce chips and swaps her on the butt for that! A humph later and he's bowing to the audience too.
"Lucky bastard!" someone cheers, then Tulani is fleeing from the stage, across the swimming area (where everyone is naked anyway) towards the massage-o-rama.
And Pierce just saunters after her, looking smug. Cats do that the best, after all. Plus, he does have to make sure no one actually does anything bad to her. That is his job.
Honey is waiting for them, of course. "Hey, great show huh? I saved you some tables!" The doe points them to two adjacent massage tables at the back.. along with their respective masseuse and masseur: the Rhians, Melony and her brother. Both of them are naked and a bit oily. and wave the two felines over.
"At least he doesn't look like my brother," Tulani asides to Pierce.
Pierce hands off the wad of clothing to Honey too. The feline also ends up licking her cheek, too. Tulani's comment makes him sort a laugh, then he's removing his own clothing since massages are usually done in the nude.
Honey is there to help of course, in case anything is too tight. She's good at loosening ties with her teeth. Once that's done, it's onto the tables.. and Pierce gets Melony, who smiles and cracks her large knuckles. Since Tulani was already naked, she's on her table and getting kneaded by the stallion. And making a lot of noise about it - must have been holding a lot of tension or something!
"You can do anything you want with her. anything" Pierce signs to the stallion that works on her, and even winks! Who knows if he understood any of that, but hey. If Nicky can handle him... The cat then flops flat and seemingly oozes on the table; cats are good at that too. And this is a good ooze, unlike most of the recent ooze experience.
Melony has a surprisingly light touch.. but that's deceptive. She's just feeling out the knocks and such, and working in the warm oil. When she really starts, it's apparent just how strong a Rhian's hands can be. Sometimes it feels like the mare is trying to remold Pierce's back into something else altogether.. but at least the muscles are getting a good stretching and loosening.
Erk. Oophla. Grrg. Yarp! For being unable to form coherent words, those vocal chords are able to amke all sorts of other sounds! Pierce isn't quite sure if this is supposed to be fun or some form of horrible torture!
Once she moves on, it does feel better. Of course, she moves on from his back to his butt. Savanties have long strong legs.. and guess where those muscle anchor? But nothing is unsqueezable to Melony. "Cute butt," she notes, as she makes it into funny shapes.
And Pierce retaliates by whapping the mare repeatedly with his tail before his butt loses all feeling! "Yep, everything backfires," he thinks.
After the legs get pulled, flexed and bent (Pierce didn't know his toes could touch the back of his head, with a little encouragement), Melony says, "Flip over please.."
Never has such a phrase introduced such dread. Slow and reluctant, the savanite rolls over. "She better not try and see if certain other parts can touch my head too," he thinks.
Melony's technique on this half.. is very different. There's still the oil, but the massage is a sort of percussion technique.. using the mare's ample breasts. She bounces them up and down the cat's length.
Pierce finds it very, very, hard not to laugh! This is ridiculous! But one thing can be said for sure, Pierce is abreast of the situation!
Once the softening up is done with, the actual massage begins. Again, the rubbing is not down with the mare's hands this time. She also starts using her big lips as well.. and the tongue.
Ooookay, now this part feels better. The lips and tongue are rather nice. The savanite is actually purring now. It's definitely less painful!
Something new enters the mix as well.. some very soft hands. Honey is joining in, deciding to take care of the most 'delicate' area herself. Not that Pierce can see, as Melony works on his face a bit.. but still lets him breathe at least.
"That doe is insatiable," the squirming savanite thinks. If she's not careful, she might get a surprise! The bizarre sounds he made earlier are returning! He also has to wonder just how Tulani is faring under this onslaught of hedonism.
His ears are a big blocked at he moment, at least until Melony moves, so he can't hear what's happening to Tulani. But is she's getting anywhere near the same treatment, there are a lot of squishy parts on the Sphynx to deal with.
"At least she's suffering too!" Pierce thinks, satisfied. Still, it is hard to relax being accosted and fondled!
And the mare moves just in time for Pierce to sneak a peek at the next table, where Tulani is on her back, the stallion's nose is buried between her legs and her breasts are being used as squeeze-toys (but don't squeak, that's just her making that sound). Then Pierce has a Lapi in his lap, wiggling about. "It's not fair that everyone else gets to enjoy my brother's implants," she says, to excuse her current behavior.
"And why can't you? I didn't think Lapi cared," Pierce signs, though it is a bit hard to with that sort of stimulation! "And you didn't even ask!" Of course she might not understand a word of it, and he ends up chirping and other such noises. And worse, Tulani is having fun! She isn't being tortured!
"There's a special room Tulani used last time she was here," Honey says, between wiggles and bumps and other things. "It's got restraints and ticklers and wiggles and gags and floggers and up-your-enders and both flavored and unflavored lubricants. I get the impression that you're in charge tonight, so.. should I have that one readied?"
Pierce nods! "And shaving gear, and wax earplugs," he signs, hoping she'll understand.
"I'll have her carried there then when she's done.. or done in," Honey says, and puts on a burst of activity to try and finish off Pierce.
The savanite chirps and squirms! He also claws at the table! It's not like he spends that much time as a male anymore ... and it's rare this ever feels good! It doesn't take much to stimulate the savanite to completion, and for a silent race, he's noisy about it, too.
Honey leaves to get the room ready, and Melony cleans up Pierce with her tongue.. before cradling him in her lap. "Feel better now?" she asks.
"I feel like a noodle," Pierce signs limpy. "You broke me."
Pierce has his face smooshed into a boob-pillow. "That means you are all loosened up, which is good. Do you need help getting to the room Honey is preparing?" There's a sound like a roar and a hiss and a hiccup from Tulani, as her massage reaches its conclusion as well.
"No, I think I can find it. I can smell the doe," Pierce claims in sign once he's not being smothered by breasts of doom. And poor Tulani, she'll be more sensitive now ... and he plans to be evil.
Melony does help pick up all the clothing though, and even puts into a pillow-case for Pierce to carry. Tulani is trying to stand up, and looking wobbly.
"Ready for your real torment?" Pierce signs to Tulani as he grins devilishly. He slings the case over his shoulder.
"If I get to rest a bit first, I'll do whatever you want," Tulani claims. "And I need some water.. maybe a snack. Even if I'm tied up and you feed me by hand.."
"Fine, fine, you can take a nap. I need to prep things anyway ... and make sure I have everything I need at my disposal," Pierce signs. He's a devious one. Maybe he really is a spotty demon.