The Barsunala is beginning to become a semi-regular sight at the club - but not enough so that those who might be seeking his favor are staking out the place. Most are still willing to give the 'celebrity' plenty of room, assuming he's here on specific business. And that that business must high level because why would such a figure bother with anything less? The exception to this is the serving staff, as an Eeee waiter carrying a platter of drinks is soon at his side.
"Ah, hello," Alptraum comments to the waiter when he seems to suddenly appear. His brow also arches a little. "May I help you? Also, would you know where the trading merchants are this evening? I wish to speak with them."
"I'm here to help you, sir.. at least if you would like a drink," the man says. "I believe the Calsorician Shipping captains are enjoying one of the hookah pits this eve. It would be my pleasure to escort you there, should you wish."
Alptraum's gaze shifts to the drink platter. "What do you have?" he inquires, "and yes, I would appreciate it if you would show me where they are. I do not know the layout of this club."
The waiter leads on, and says, "I have a several wines, and an imported fruit-ale from Saskanar."
"A red-tinted wine, please. I'll let you pick the particular vintage," Alptraum notes as he follows. "I hope I haven't been causing difficulties by coming here."
"Many people come here as much for the pleasures as for the people-watching," the waiter says, and offers Alptraum a glass of dark red plum wine (although Babelite plums are generally black). "Your presence makes their visit memorable." Ahead is a Himaatian-style tent, albeit one that is backed up to a wall, so more of a half-tent. The waiter holds the flap aside for Alptraum.
Alptraum accepts the glass, then pauses to sip it. He purses his lips for a moment, then nods. "This will do nicely, thank you," he tells the waiter. Just before walking through the opened flap, Alptraum leans over and kisses the waiter's cheek, then grins at him. Why? Probably to make the waiter wonder, after all, if people are going to watch you anyway, may as well give them a reason.
The man smiles back. The inside of the tent is.. well, dark and smoky, which is to be expected. There are dim lanterns over the various circular hookah lounges, while a slightly better lit area in the center has Eeee belly-dancers, with musicians in the shadows beyond them. From the look of it, the area extends into the stonework of the club's structure as well. The waiter continues inside with Alptraum. "I believe the captains are further back, near the harem pool."
Alptraum tests this by flicking his ears about and listening for, well, beak-clicks. He also cheats a little and tries to feel out the auras here too. "Harem pool?" Alptraum has to ask and looks to the waiter. "Really?"
"It completes the theme, sir," the waiter notes, and leads the way between the hookah pits. It's also clear that the belly dancers have extra padding to the costumes to give them wider hips. Even at a distance, Alptraum's combined senses and extra-senses make it easy to find his targets: Lilitu is with them, and he knows her anywhere - her aura has the telltale 'touch' of Life Magic, or rather his version of it.
"Ah yes, the girl with the magic hooters," Alptraum thinks, bemused. He makes his way through, trying to be careful to not disrupt the dancers. He also suspects Nikky would love this room; mostly because of the excuse to dress weird and rub on people. It's funny how each body does have its own sort of personality that mixes with his when worn.
There aren't any dancers in the harem area. But there is a rectangular, heated pool and lots of gauzy drapes that seem to partition the area. Surprisingly, a group of children are splashing about (and splashing each other) in the water, and there's a distinct lack of lounging concubines. The furthest corner holds Lilitu and her fellow officers, along with a few others.
Alptraum aws, he was hoping for concubines. But, probably for the best as he has work to do. He heads towards the Lilitu and the others. Calling out, he says, "I am here to repossess that chest!"
"Noooo!" Lilitu cries out. The other first officer, Salas, parts the curtains to see who is out there. "Oh, it's you!" he blurts, as some fragrant smoke escapes through the opening. "I mean, Mr. Barsunala. Sir!" The Eeee manages a salute, but his eyes are a bit bloodshot.
The cry makes Alptraum laugh. "What did you expect?" he asks, "I's the city and this is a bust." Apparently, it is also a bad-joke night. "I come bearing news. Unfortunately not bareing news, but then there are no concubines about anyway."
There may not be concubines, but Melony the Rhian is sitting in Captain Janik's lap, a hookah-pipe dangling from her mouth. Lilitu is making sure to display her new 'bling' as well, since her clothes are apparently now being worn poorly by a Kavi girl. Captain Puzo seems to be dozing, but still has a bottle clutched in his talons.
"News?" Janik asks, pushing aside one of Melony's breasts to get a better look at Alptraum.
"A lead on how the pirates always seem to know which ship to go after, and it all has to do with the casino tokens you've been using," Alptraum explains as he finds a place to sit amongst the crew. "Each coin has a small spell upon it, undetectable by normal means, but when you get a lot of them together, they can be detected by some sort of device; or by a light mage. It seems to be the best lead on how you have been detected so perfectly each trip. It still may be a crewman up close and signalling, or a mage at distance. Which I am not sure yet."
"So.. what can we do about it?" Janik asks. "We'll need to hire a mage.."
"Not ... quite. I have already have a mage willing to help out as sort of a favor to me," Alptraum notes as he relaxes, then goes for the hookah to, well, try it.
The smoke is heavy, and spiced. It does have a buzz to it, which flows out from the center of his chest and makes him feel lighter.. which is probably why everyone is sitting down. "Is there anything we have to do? This... hmmm. I suppose we don't need to pick the locks then, if there's a way to detect which chest has the.. dummy coins."
"Well," Alptraum says and gestures with the hookah, "Do your crew go celebrate one last time anywhere before leaving port? It would give a chance for some hidden checking to determine if one of your crew is carrying a device, or knows how to sense the coins."
"There's a tavern at the docks," Janik notes. "The Potted Ptera."
"I don't know that one," Alptraum admits. "There is also a club called The Scab, but I'm not sure it's really sailor friendly. Hm."
"There aren't a lot of places that tolerate sailors," Janik notes. "Or else those that prey on them."
"I suppose that leaves me out, I prey on everyone," Alptraum claims with a bemused smirk. He even waggles his brow at Janik.
"Anyway, I suppose the Potted Ptera would work. I will have to arrange with them slipping in my secret examiner," Alptraum says. "Will that work for you?"
"Secret? Oh.. I suppose that's necessary, yes.." Janik says, frowning past his beak. "I wouldn't know what to do if someone on the crew was involved. This will alter our plans on spreading everything around as well. And.. what to do once we know which ship is going to be targeted."
"Are you the most experienced captain?" Alptraum asks.
"Yes, in terms of flights flown," Janik notes.
"And oh, we can probably rig it to have the ship with the fake chest targeted by changing how it is seen. The mage believes it possible," Alptraum notes. "So, we can have them make a wasted raid. As for my question, I would want you to be in charge of the ship that would be raided. I believe you would be the best choice for avoiding any injuries to crew."
"But.. grrr," the Vartan grumbles. "We could use this to avoid being attacked.. once, anyway. We still want our people back that were taken. By drawing the attack to the decoy though, they'll still know.. unless there's a plan to make sure this is the last attack?"
"There is," Alptraum smiles. "When they leave the ship, it'll be sure that they'll be marked with a tracker, so their base of operations can be found."
"This mage of yours will need to check the chests.. well, one of the chests, correct?" Janik asks. "I don't know if that can be handled before they're loaded or not. But if he just needs to be near when one passes... is that workable?"
"It should be fine. The way coins are scanned are by proximity anyway, and a large collection a Light Mage can sense easily," Alptraum notes.
"So, the pirates probably have a mage as well then," Janik notes. "Even if one of our crew is a spotter - knowingly or unknowingly - we vary our routes as much as possible. Big magic is usually noticeable, and we watch our crews."
"Likely; or even an angry former Yodh is possible. This is all we know at this point. It's something. Now it's a matter of narrowing down the specifics," Alptraum says and draws another drag off the hookah and settles back again. "I am going to try and avoid any more of your crew being harmed, I promise."
"A former Yodh.. is that how they can beat a Yodhrephath?" the Vartan asks, setting Melony aside so he can focus (and not have to deal with obstructing anatomy).
"The crews don't all hit the pub at the same time," Salas points out. "There are three shifts, so only a third of the total will be there at a time, while one shift is on duty and the other is sleeping."
"No other Yodh is physically capable of taking down a Yodhrephath usually. Maybe Yodhblakat, but ... they have little magic ability. Yodhkzakaro maybe," Alptraum muses.
"Or, well, a Yodhsunala could," Alptraum says with a frown. "Some were trained to act as silent assassins."
"I thought the Yodhzakaro were.. oh.. right," Janik notes. "One of the scattered sects would be the most likely, wouldn't it?"
"So witches instead of mages?" Salas asks. Apparently the thought of a rogue Yodh is a lot more frightening than a trained mage.
"It is more likely than a mage, to be honest. It would look bad to the guild for a mage to be aiding pirates and fostering trade disputes," Alptraum notes, "And they are very image-conscious after everything."
"Unless it's one of the rogues from the Dream Ritual that escaped," Salas says, which seems to only make him more anxious. Maybe the hookah doesn't agree with him.
"Also possible," Alptraum concedes. "But what are you worried for? You have me." He smiles rather evilly.
"But they have our men," Salas says, a bit weakly in the face of having the demigod-of-death on their side.
"If they were your men to begin with an d not just plants," Alptraum points out. "My goal is to save them all, if at all possible."
"Plants?" Lilitu mutters. "Oh.. not vegetables.. I get it.." she notes blearily. She's got two hookah pipes, one in her mouth and the other.. hidden beneath her skirt apparently.
"I think you have had too much of that," Alptraum notes to Lilitu and gestures to the pipes.
"Not until I learn to blow smoke rings.." the loopy girl argues.
"You can't blow them from down there," Alptraum notes and gestures.
"I haven't tried yet!" is the reply to that observation.
"Don't be silly," Alptraum comments and rolls his eyes.
"She's fine," Janik assures. "They clean off the pipes. She's only actually had a few puffs."
"Anyway, that is my news. If you are amenable, I will make arrangements with the mage to meet with you and arrange times for ship checking with you," Alptraum says.
"Of course, I'm not one to turn down the help of an actual mage," Janik notes. "Just let me know where to meet with them."
"Probably someplace neutral, how about that bar you mentioned?" Alptraum suggests. "Two days from now, this same time?"
"Alright, I will be there with boots on," the Vartan promises.
"Better be sturdy boots for those feet," Alptraum notes, amused. "And I suppose I should let you get back to your mare; sorry for interrupting that."
"Huh? Oh, Melony!" the Vartan seems to suddenly recall, and puts an arm back around the somewhat wasted looking mare.
"Yes, her," Alptraum agrees and chuckles, rising. He then glances towards Lilitu, leans over, and kisses her, with tongue. It's brief, but rather strong. "Now she has more to brag about," he jokes as he rises.
"Ooooo, better than a smoke ring," the girl giggles, and flaps one of her wing-arms as if to smack Alptraum's behind.
"Oh, if you weren't ... messed up, I'd ruin you on other guys, kiddo. But, you're young and a bit ... out of it. Such would be wrong," Alptraum admits.
"Wha.. that was an option?" Lilitu pouts, then falls over backwards.. onto the Kavi girl, who lets out a surprised squeak.
"Of course it was," Alptraum notes, "But I don't think the Captain here would approve you having a dalliance with a demi-god."
"I be sober next time, boob-god.." the first officer claims, waving a wing in the air like a sail.
"And besides, I already know you're fond of spotted cats with decorations," Alptraum whispers to her.
"Kitty.." Lilitu says before apparently passing out.
Alptraum shakes his head and salutes Janik. "I assume you don't want to be ruined by a demi-God, eh? Just a mare?" he jokes.
"Ruined for other demi-gods you mean?" Janik asks, and does blow a smoke ring.. which is impressive for someone with a beak.
Alptraum laughs. "Good response. Have a good time with Melony," Alptraum says, then backs his way out of their corner.
There's no sign declaring another Ladie's Night - although there are still quite a few bared (if decorated) breasts on display. Tulani isn't making any more to remove her top since she and Alptraum have entered though, this time more color matched since Alptraum isn't trying to be a inverse-colored clone of the Sphynx. So they match, black fur with white hair and white scar patches on their chests. The similarity ends there though.
Alptraum also wonders how many think he's dressed up as the Barsunala, or is the Barsunala. Not that it really matters; he's here to just relax and get a drink or two. Maybe have some fun with a few people. "Want me to take your shirt off, Tulani? You look rather dressed tonight..." he whispers to her.
"Hush Lutina," Tulani says, teasing with the name Alptraum used when playing her evil twin. "You should get some drinks and dancing into me first." She does linger near the cloakroom though. "Of course you can take off your shirt.." she suggests.
Alptraum just smirks and does take his shirt off, then toss it on top of Tulani's head. "Drinks it is. Maybe I'll meet someone cute at the bar, too," he counters, then slips through the crowds and towards the bar.
"Ack!" Tulani complains, and is stuck dealing with the cloakroom attendant. Just as Alptraum reaches the bar, someone gropes his rump. Quite forcefully!
Alptraum erks and starts, then quickly looks over his shoulder to see who just groped him!
A pair of somewhat unfocused eyes greet him, above a smiling beak. The neon colored feathers are familiar: Myrtle Bluetit, who originally brought Dar to this place what seems like a lifetime ago. "You're tall, dark and flappy," the 'petite' Vartan says. "I'm Myrtle," she introduces herself, and presses her namesakes against Alptraum's chest. "You have shiiiiny eyes.."
Alptraum laughs. Well, at least it wasn't a guy. "Hello ... I'm Alptraum," he says and leans back a little bit, "Just got here with my friend Tulani. And ... er ... yes, I'm told I have shiny eyes. Comes with what I am."
"I think she likes you," the bartender says, who Alptraum vaguely remembers as Fizz - it's hard to tell since he's got different body-paint this time. "Name your poison, Alptraum.. foreign? S'long as it's.. uh.." He pauses to check the shelf behind, and returns to say, "pink or purple. We are out of green already. Whoa, stuzzy peepers. Very Barsy. Lenses?"
With Myrtle semi-pinning him, it's very hard for Alptraum to avoid the next grope, which comes from behind and in front as the Vartan feels him over some more.
"Pretty sure she doooOOOoooes!," Alptraum squeaks out when he's dual-groped by the large Vartan! It takes him a moment to register the rest of the comments. "Er, Purple. Not fond of Pink as a color," he admits, "And yes, foreign, closest Babel translation is Nightmare. As for my eyes ... no, these are my natural eyes."
"Nightmare!" Fizz says, and pours a glass of whatever purple is. "You're a perfect fit for this joint," the Eeee claims. "Anyone tell you look like the Barsunala? We could do up your chest with a symbol.."
"I've heard that before," Alptraum says with a laugh, "And yes, I suppose you coOoould!" That last bit is a little squeaky because Myrtle just licked his chest. He ahems, collects himself, and decides to at least sniff at the Purple stuff.
It's probably Vartan strength booze, or else a very fruity fortified wine or brandy. This place is for serious drinkers, or else those too young to be worried about it. "Big bat.." Myrtle coos. "Ever had Vartan girl? Walk funny for day or two, but worth it.."
"I've had a few large girls before," Alptraum claims as he's leaning backwards a bit more, "And yes ... it can be quiiiite fun." He steadies himself by taking a drink from the Purple stuff, and will probably soon regret it.
It burns going down. Drinking was a lot easier in Tulani's body. And he can make her out now, working her way towards the bar. But only because Myrtle has gone down onto her knees to clear the view - but is now working on the laces of his pants.
Alptraum holds still, else talons might damage something down there. "Well, this is awkward! he thinks and coughs a few times. Once recovered, he waves at Tulani to make sure she sees him! He's also worried soon he's going to be very naked in this bar. The BareBarsunala, argh.
Tulani makes her way to his side, then tries some of Alptraum's drink. "Fruity," she comments, and seems to ignore the Vartan molesting the Eeee. "Wanna get painted again?" she asks him.
Alptraum wonders how in the world Tulani could be ignoring that! "Er, sure. Could be fun. Color changes without any effort from me!" he squeaks.
Moving right now probably wouldn't be advisable, since Myrtle gets Alptraum's pants down to his knees (without destroying them, amazingly) and now doing something with her beak (but mostly her tongue) that might be a bit scary to think to much about.. or watch. It still feels nice though - no sharp teeth at least.
"Think you could paint me?" Tulani asks, and taps the scar in the center of Alptraum's chest with a clawtip.
Alptraum's ears do a semaphore dance in time with that tongue. He has to admit, it does feel pretty good. To the point, of course, it takes him a bit to realize Tulani just tapped him and asked him a question. He ends up blinking a few times before he can reply, "Uh, sure? After the vartan is, uhm, satisfied? Don't really want to make her mad when one beak-click could change my worldview..."
"Oh hey, it's Myrtle," Tulani says, finally getting a good look. "Satisfying her could be a challenge you know. She goes through a lot of furniture I hear.."
"When do I turn away from a challenge?" Alptraum asks. After all, he could augment himself with shadow if he needs to!
"You may be a bit sore though," Tulani warns. "The floor is pretty hard here."
"I can save her for later," Alptraum points out. "Right now she's got her jaws around, well, I can't say no, you know?"
A few people have paused to watch, and even begin to chant, "Myrtle, Myrtle, Myrtle!"
Alptraum has to lean against the bar and steady himself! He also closes his eyes so he doesn't have to see who is watching at this point ... it makes it easier to enjoy it. Given he starts making little, er, sounds, he must be.
Then the talons grab him around the waist and start dragging him downward towards the floor. This isn't helped by his paints basically being used to bind his legs together.
Alptraum squeaks! And down he goes! It's not like he can get away from that grip! "No laughing!" he squeaks up at Tulani as she suddenly grows a lot taller than him!
"I'm just taking notes," Tulani claims. "But still.. try not to scream or anything.." Once the Eeee is laid out on the floor, Myrtle actually straddles him. Thankfully things aren't too tight. Which probably works in the drunk Vartan's favor. The crowd cheers some more - a definite double-standard, but then the last time they were here they also ended up in similar situations.
Alptraum ... decides to just enjoy it. He sticks his tongue out at Tulani, then focuses on the vartan straddling him. As much as he can, he tries to buck up against her and fill her as much as his size allows. Of course, if it's not tight enough and she wants more ... he'll try to accommodate by, well, making himself 'hung like a rhian' for a bit!
Cheating a bit may be needed, just to keep her from doing any damage. There's a real danger that she'll move up enough for things to slip out, then come crashing right back down without realizing it. At least until she leans forward, planting her talons to either side of Alptraum's head. This gives his hips more leeway (and exposes him a bit more fully to the cheerleaders), but also puts him at risk of being knocked out by swinging, feathery knockers. Unrestrained, they are a hazard, and not just because they make his nose itch.
Alptraum does what he can to contain those swaying blue things of wanton destruction, with hands and mouth! As for down below, it takes a lot to focus and see if he can shape just, well, part of himself ... with the goal of making him literally rhain-built in just that area, which on an Eeee would look downright scary!
"Try to pin her," Tulani suggests. Aside from being the safer position for Alptraum.. it'd also hide any shape-shifting efforts from the crowd.
Alptraum tries to roll the vartan over! This involves hooking his legs with her and rocking side to side hard, and hoping he has enough mass to flip her onto her back!
It helps that Myrtle is deep in her cups, since she doesn't really resist - but also isn't dead-weight. Weight being the key, as Vartans do not have hollow-bones. While the Vartan does laugh and giggle at the struggles of her partner, she does eventually go over with a hiccup. The sweep of her wings also knocks over a few of her cheering fans.
At least now Alptraum won't be squished! And he can thrust deep and hold it ... and while in there try to shape-shift just that part of himself ... which is never quite as easy as doing all of himself, oddly enough. It'll also probably feel weird to almost have a 'third forearm in terms of length and girth. Eeef.
The effort does work.. to a point. That point being an issue of blood supply. But shadow can make up for blood! It makes things feel weird.. but also provides a means of sneaking shadow into the act, to potentially tickle Myrtle in ways that could sober her up.
If the vartan wanted a ride, she's about to get it! And so, yes, some shadow comes into play, making it a very squirmy, ah, horse-shaped bit. He's also growling by this point and really going at her. He has the urge to bite her too! But, in Babel that's a bad thing ... so he resists that particular urge.
And so Myrtle goes from laughing to making 'aww' sounds and probably denting the floor with the backs of her hooves when they occasionally crash back down. She thankfully does not grab on with her talons, which she uses to grab onto the bar behind her instead. And while biting through those feathers would definitely be different (and a bit scarier than the club patrons may be used to) there are other bits (bright blue ones actually) that biting and sucking on will not raise eyebrows. And on top of it all, Tulani is getting the crowd to chant, "Alp-traum, Alp-traum.." over and over now.
Alptraum isn't really paying attention to the crowd at this point. Right now he's really focusing on the ball of feathers he's riding on, and yes, eventually it dawns on him to bite onto one of her blue breasts and suck ... and fangs are involved! So, some pain, blood for him, and a nice feeling, eventually, for her!
The noises coming from Myrtle are loud and scrawky enough to cause people to back away. This is clearly something new.. and very loud, and people be realizing that their ditzy party girl friend has sharp hooves, and really sharp talons, and boy does that beak open wide. Vartans really enjoying themselves are scary!
Alptraum ... is probably a little too focused to notice he ought to be scared! He's having too much fun, really, and it'll be a new experience to, well, climax while being disproportionate in size. At least he does release the fangs and lick the wounds?
Myrtle does grab onto Alptraum - but with her wings. This pretty much obscures the bat's upper body from everyone. And then the Vartan makes.. songbird sounds! Alptraum can feel that this means the bird-horse is having her moment on top of the world!
And Alptraum has to focus a bit on himself instead of just on her! And the shadow helps ... it takes a bit longer, but his time comes too ... and good grief does it feel funky! His vision actually gets spotty at points; clearly this body is not built to carry such, er, breeding equipment! It leaves him sort of flopped on top of her gasping for breath ... and trying to shift things back before anyone, er, notices.
There's a lot of cheering and hooting, and someone pours or spills a drink on Alptraum's hindparts during it. "Myrtle can sing!" is the amazed comment that gets passed around. Tulani is cross-legged on the floor with her back up against the bar, so that she's out of the inevitable wing-flopping arc when the Vartan releases Alptraum. "So.. how'd she taste?" the Sphynx asks.
"Flighty," Alptraum reports to Tulani. A few more breaths, and when he thinks everything is back to normal he eases off ... and tries to quickly pull his pants up, wet butt or no!
There are woots and whistles and batcalls, and some applause. Tulani tries to help by hiding him with her wings. "Don't sit near open flame for a bit," she advises. Then she kisses him.. she's finished the purple drink, so her breath is potent and not a great aid to an already lightened head.
Alptraum growls and kisses her right back. "Careful, or I might rhain you, too," he hisses in her ear after that kiss.
"I'm half-Vartan you know," Tulani points out, and waggles her eyebrows. "I can take it! But you said you'd paint me.."
Alptraum laughs, "Yes, yes, I said I would. But you have to strip naked first." It's his turn to waggle his brow.
"Oh, so I have to do it?" Tulani asks. "You aren't gonna do it for me?"
Alptraum smirks and flexes his claws. "You might have to leave naked if I do," he teases ... then works on her shirt. Not tearing it, thankfully, but actually properly untying it.
"You'd better not wreck this outfit, I bought it myself," Tulani claims, and then tries to tickle Alptraum's ribs.
"Well, that does explain why you look like ... eek!" Alptraum starts to insult, then has to poke her with claws at being tickled! "Maybe I'll just keep it for myself, look just like you, and give you a new reputation in Babel as the easiest ride in town," he threatens.
"Wouldn't Nikky get jealous then?" Tulani teases right back, sticking the tip of her tongue out in a feline manner.
Alptraum laughs! "I wonder if Nikky does have that reputation," he muses and goes right back to undressing the catbird.
Tulani does help a little.. by wiggling. Behind Alptraum, Myrtle rolls onto her side and starts to snore.
Alptraum eases off the shirt and actually folds it up. Then it's onto the pants! Tulani likes tight pants sometimes, so there is a bit of pulling! "I don't know why I put up with you," he remarks to her, "Also, no one has really figured out who I am."
"This club is very 'Barsy' as they say," Tulani says, swatting Alptraum with her tail while he peels her pants down. "I've noticed two other guys sporting your look.. without the eyes of course, or the scar. But one does have on a shiny black forearm glove. I didn't check it out for accuracy though."
"I'm going to have to check him out, that could be funny," Alptraum has to admit.
"It's a detail that hasn't gotten to the stuffed dolls yet," Tulani notes as she steps free of her pants. "So he must be a big fan, or at least knows someone that's met you."
Take me to him, naked one!" Alptraum declares after he yanks Tulani's pants off, then drapes them over his shoulder!
"Hey, painting, remember?" Tulani says. "I can only parade around naked for a little while before it gets boring! But.. uh.. he was over by the band.. The one on the left.." She leads the way towards one of the platforms with a band on it.
"Yes, I will paint you, don't worry! Pink polka dots, right?" Alptraum asks and nudges into Tulani a little. "Who is going to paint me, hmmm?"
"Someone more sober than I am," Tulani claims. She seems to search around for the person she saw, not noticing that's he's actually up on the stage, swinging his hair around and banging on some sort of bizarre instrument that looks like a drum-set stuck to a guitar. He's a /lot/ skinnier than Alptraum, and the leather gauntlet on his right arm has got studs and /glitter/ on it, which makes it shiny. "/Death Death Death Dark Dark Dark Night Night Night I'm Gonna Eat Em All Suck Them Dry I'm The Darkest Darkest Flyest Guy.." he.. sort of growls.
Alptraum just looks at this, and tilts his head. "Really?" he asks no one in particular. "I mean ... really?" he asks again, then looks over at Tulani, asking her, "Do people really see me like that? Think of me like that?" He looks, well, vaguely offended.
"Huh? Oh, it's the singer.. I think. This is singing right?" Tulani asks, as the singer gyrates his hips at her. The other Eeee made up as Alptraum is talking to a Naga not far off. That one has a ponytail and no glove.
"Lets ... go get you painted before I show them what I'm really like," Alptraum says, starting to look really irritated now, "It's not the costume ... so much as those lyrics, if you can call them that. It's just ... no." Painting should calm him down, hopefully.
Fizz is manning (batting?) the makeup table tonight, and has on of the female Barsunalas (not Yodhsunalas - impersonating one is dangerous) stripped down and sitting while he applies silver paint to her nipples. The second one is already finished, covered in various silver charms and sporting the 'silver eye' makeup around her left eye. There's still room at the end to sit Tulani down at least.
Alptraum drags Tulani towards the other chair and playfully nudges her to sit down in it. "So ... what's your poison this evening, hmm?" he teases, "Some shaving, a little tattooing...?"
"Haha.. nothing that will end up getting me laid by half the club," Tulani says. "So.. how about making me look like the Barsunala, hmmm? Seems popular!"
Alptraum smiles slyly, "Well, I could make you look like the Barsunala..." He raises up his right hand threateningly...
"With make-up," Tulani reminds him. But holding up the hand does get the attention of finished Barsunala-girl, who comes up and brushes her fingers across it. "Ooooo, did you do this yourself?" she asks.
"Well ... I had help," Alptraum claims, which is technically true given he got that from sticking his hand in pure evil. He then sticks out his tongue at Tulani, noting, "Party pooper." And so, it's gathering up makeup now ... then it's the slow work of using dark shading to fill in the white streak across Tulani's face, and even shadowing here and there to make her jawline look more, well, masculine. As for her hair, well, that is more makeup, which is mostly a gel that is then covered by powder to make it look lighter.
"I thought my hair was light enough," Tulani notes, glancing at the groupie that's still hanging close to Alptraum. "Just don't black my wings."
"Who helped you?" Barsunala-girl asks. "Did you go to an armorer?" Her own gauntlet is made of leather.
"Someone named Muravian," Alptraum claims as he glances towards her, giving her a full-on look with his silvery eyes. "I'm afraid this is one of a kind."
"I haven't heard of a Muravian.. but must be an artist, right?" the girl presses - by literally pressing up against Alptraum's side. "How'd you do the eyes though? Are you using magic?"
Alptraum grins fangily. "Often," he claims, "Even a guy can have his secrets, no? I didn't know girls were tyring to look like him too." He's still working on Tulani's hair, combing and smoothing in the whitening powder.
"Well, a girl started the trend, with her one silver.. eye.." the groupie says, then her own eyes go wide and she gasps. "You.. must be.." and here her voice drops to a whisper.. "one of his chosen!"
"Nah, I'm no one important," Alptraum claims and waves a hand. He also tries not to laugh because knowing 'the one' must be cricket. "Truth be told, I hear the Barsunala it a bit of a twit," he claims.
"Who says that?" the girl demands. "You've got silver eyes, and only the chosen have silver eyes. Plus you have two of them."
"Well, have you met him?" Alptraum asks. "As for my eyes, maybe I was born with em," he quips, then goes back to working on Tulani; this time using the silvery makeup to line her eyes.
Tulani twitches while this is done. She isn't used to eye makeup and it makes her nervous - despite the drink she had.
"Hold still or I might poke an eye," Alptraum warns.
"I've never heard of anyone with naturally silver eyes," the girl claims. "You only get them from magic or miracles. So you know the Barsunala. Or.. or.. you're out to slander him or even impersonate him! Who are you working for?" She sounds sober, but may be naturally paranoid. She's old enough to have grown up in the days when paranoia was an essential survival trait in Babel."
"Maybe I'm working for Sunala," Alptraum claims, grinning a bit like the proverbial khatta that caught the bird. "Relax," she tells the girl, "I'm just tweaking you a little. You must really like him."
"He's the coolest thing in town," the girl claims, still unsure about Alptraum. Tulani stops squirming (except for her tail) and she glares a bit at the girl for distracting Alptraum.
"Why do you say that? He's just a guy," Alptraum claims, then sits in Tulani's lap to distract her. Back to working on her eyelining for a bit more. He even has to bite hip lip in concentration.
The Sphynx oofs at being sat on! The groupie moves so that she can still see Alptraum's face. "If he's just a guy, why do you try to look like him, hmmmm?" she challenges.
"Who says I'm trying to look like him?" Alptraum asks, still looking very amused. "Maybe he's trying to look like me." He's then turning Tulani's head this way and that. "Not bad, but your ears are too small," he claims.
"Not sure you can fix that with makeup," Tulani notes. "I doubt they've got fake Eeee-ears here."
"She'll have to settle for being a minion," Barsunala-girl claims. She also points out some of the 'charms' painted onto her. "Like me, see.. I have it right here. Bride of the Barsunala."
Alptraum's ears twitch; that mark makes him want to laugh. "What would you do if you actually met him?" he asks as he moves down to work a bit along Tulani's lips, trying to accentuate certain spots to make it look like she might have fangs.
"Seduce him of course," the girl claims. She's built like a typical Eeee however - nothing particularly impressive other than being closer to Alptraum's age than to Tulani's.
"Maybe physical things do not interest him. He is the son of of Sunala, after all," Alptraum teases, then shifts his work a but lower. This time to cover Tulani's own scar a bit so it looks less dragon-y and more starburst-y.
At least the fur there is white already. "So.. I have other qualities," the groupie claims. "I can sing, and dance, and.. clean things. Cook a bit. I'm a maid, after all. He probably lives somewhere. A secret temple-fortress deep inside Mt. Sunala probably. Sunala's temple isn't dusty, so he probably doesn't like dust either."
"Do you always attract the crazy ones?" Tulani whispers in Sylvanian.
"What about me? Think I'm as handsome?" Alptraum asks. Now he's really just trying to cause trouble! More work ont hat scar and soon Tulani is sporting a similar startburst to his own. "I don't know, do I, Minion?" Alptraum whispers right back in kind.
"I don't know.. not sure if the Barsunala is handsome," the girl says, and pauses to think about it. "He's a demigod after all. So that makes him attractive, right? You're.. big, like a soldier. You aren't from Babel, are you?"
"I was born here," Alptraum claims, "I grew up elsewhere. Maybe he's hideous, like a troll..."
"What's a troll?" the girl asks. "Is that like Chezek? I bet he looks scary to people he wants to scare. But nice for people he wants to be nice to."
"Oh, I imagine he looks scary all the time, but yes, can be nice if necessary," Alptraum claims as he slides out of Tulani's lap and gestures for her to stand up.
Tulani stands, and accidentally blocks the groupie with her wings.
"He wouldn't scare me," the groupie declares from behind Tulani's wings.
"He might!" Alptraum calls out, then peers at Tulani. "It's not bad, but you don't look particularly Eeee."
"I could pretend to be skinny and frail," Tulani says with a grin. She then raises up her right hand and wiggles the fingers. "How will you tackle this though?" she asks.
Alptraum eyes Tulani's hand and hmms. "I could shave it," Alptraum claims, then adds in Sylvanian, "Or use the shadow." He then rummages some more and finds some cloth strips he can use as makeshift bandages. "Or, I just wrap it."
"Wrap it? Well.. I guess that's the easiest to explain anyway," Tulani admits. Of course there would be black cloth available.
"Well, I could skin it if you prefer," Alptraum offers and arches his brow. He of course does start wrapping it anyway, though. After he can make it snugly covered, he applies some white makeup to simulate bone lines and tendons...
"This should be fine," Tulani says with a smirk. "We can have a Barsunala look-alike contest now."
Alptraum rolls his eyes. "That would be silly," he claims.
"What's wrong with silly?" Tulani asks with a grin. "I got naked for this, there should be some payoff for it. You didn't even paint on me anywhere else."
Alptraum grabs Tulani between her legs. "Want me to paint here with glowing paint, eh?" he asks with a grin.
The Sphynx eeps cutely before recovering. "Ahem.. is it edible paint?"
"Yes," the groupie answers from behind Tulani. "You sure have a big butt."
"Might be!" Alptraum claims before grabbing some and going to his knees! He puts some of the paint on the tip of his tongue, then uses it to paint along Tulani's nethers, making the fleshy parts, well, glow.
"Ah.. haha.." Tulani says, and does squirm. "Tease!" she accuses.
Alptraum doesn't do the cleanest job, but it does get the job done. Soon, he's back up and wiping his tongue off. "You asked for it," he points out and flicks her nose.
"What about my nip-nips?" Tulani counters, and tries to lick Alptraum's nose.
Alptraum smirks. Now, he doesn't suckle for that so things don't get flowing. No, those he tickles with a brush as he outlines those too! "It's not like I can be made up any more," he laments.
"Well, doesn't mean you can't end up with makeup on you.." Tulani teases.
"Who is going to do that, though?" Alptraum asks.
"Oh, I could do it," Tulani claims. "Depending on how much I've got on me to work with."
Alptraum laughs. "How much do you want?" he asks.
"Well.. enough to make it interesting," Tulani says. "I could use some on my lips too."
Alptraum snickers. This he does too, as he outlines and traces out her lips in the glowing paint. He also adds streals over each finger, clawtip, and even along her legs; possibly writing out in Babelite script parts of the lullaby he remembers.
"Okay, that tickles.. what are you writing?" she asks, trying to see while he's hunched over and blocking his work.
"Oh, that you're the loosest woman in Babel," Alptraum claims...
"Hey, that's.. physically impossible.." Tulani claims. "You on the other hand.." she teases back.
Alptraum just laughs! "It's really just lyrics from an old song, that's all," he claims.
"Well, will you sing it to me then?" Tulani asks, fluttering her (now silver) eyelashes.
"Maybe? It's not particularly a happy song," Alptraum notes as he rises, then tickles her nosetip playfully with the bristles.
Whiskers twitch but the cat hold back the sneeze. "I grew up in Sylvania too.. there are no happy songs," she points out.
Alptraum chuckles. "Well, when do you want me to sing it?" he asks.
Tulani hmmms, and eyes the two stages and bands. "Well.. could you convince one of the bands to back you for it?" she asks with a mischievous glint in eye.
"Those horrible singers? Good lord. That was painful," Alptraum admits as he looks back at the stage. "Are you sure about that?"
"Just replace the singers," Tulani says, and points to the band that doesn't have a Barsunala impersonator. It's all female, with the Fnerf drummer taking up most of the space. The four-armed Naga would have been a more logical choice for that role, but she's dual-wielding tambourines. A deep-lunged Skreek is on what could be a trumpet that has been heavily modified - and none too light, being mostly wood. A Vartan handles the Babelite-style two-necked guitar and the singer is an Eeee. They're carrying the ambience right now as The Psychopomps are taking their break.
Alptraum hmms, "All right, I suppose I can try it. If you arrange it," Alptraum says and pokes her right in the nose. "And hey, what happened to that groupie?"
"I'm still here," the woman says through Tulani's feathers. "Who are you talking to?" asks a similar voice - possibly the one that Fizz was working on. "There's a guy on the other side says the Barsunala is a dink or something." "No way!" the second replies.
Alptraum laughs and rubs over his face. "Soon there will be pitchforks and torches," he comments to Tulani.
"Oh, so I have to charm the singer?" Tulani asks, hands on hips.
"Are you saying you cannot?" Alptraum counters.
"I might have to offer them something though," Tulani pouts, but then winks. "But you have to pose at least."
Alptraum just shakes his head. "Come on, lets see what we can do with them, eh?" he comments, then swat's Tulani's butt.
The group is currently singing, and has a few admirers that aren't dancing. It's definitely folk-ish music, instead of the dark-themed stuff put out by the other stage. It also isn't about history, leaders or goddesses - the current one is about a Fnerf shepherd-girl who came down from the hills and was overwhelmed by her first time in the city.
Alptraum mmmms, "Okay, now, this is much better, don't you think? Lets wait until they finish first." And so he steps back and just listens for a bit. He was overwhelmed by the city the first time too, after all.
The song finishes with the girl choosing to return to the hills, more worldly and wiser but now better able to appreciate the quite beauty of the fields.
The audience applauds and Eeee-whistles.. which is probably something felt by the performers.
Alptraum claps and does indeed whistle! He also moves himself and Tulani a bit closer to the stage.
After the song, the lead picks up her own square-box lute and asks, "Any requests?" This is when Tulani raises up her arm and waves.
"Okay, naked cat-bird girl," the singer says, quirking an amused grin. "What'll it be?"
"I want my boyfriend to sing something," Tulani says, and uses her other hand to pinch Alptruam's butt.
Alptraum squeaks and glares at Tulani! "She's pretty pushy about it," he admits.
"Well, that is a special request," the singer notes, cocking her hip. "But he looks like he can really transport us somewhere special, eh?" she quips, and the crowd chuckles a bit (although some a bit nervously) when they get a good look at Alptraum. "So come on up, there's nothing to fear," she sings out and gestures. "It's just your voice we want to hear."
Alptraum politely doesn't roll his eyes at that comment. Instead, he runs his hands through his hair and looks appropriately embarrassed before coming up onto the stage. As for why the crowd around looks nervous ... does he look that bad a singer?
The two groupies are there next to Tulani, giving Alptraum encouraging gestures.. if cupping their breasts was meant to be encouraging. "Give us the beat," the singer whispers to Alptraum. "We'll back you up a treat."
"I'll get through the first few stanzas, and you'll pick up the beat," Alptraum says and turns to face the audience. At least he has no stage fright; he used to perform every day for a living, after all. He holds up his hands, trying to get the room to quiet down. He helps this a long a little by, well, a very subtle push of aura feeling to make it seem like a good idea to be a bit quieter. Not enough of a push, though, to make it seem like he's somehow doing it. Or at least he hopes so.
But it's enough to get everyone's attention, certainly.. the room quiets and all eyes and ears are on him now.
"This is an old folk song. I don't know from how long ago, but I remember it from my childhood. It's also appropriate for the theme that seems to be here tonight," Alptraum claims. "So, uh ..." He holds up a hand, then takes a breath. Inwardly, he counts, then bobs his head and begins.
~Lay down~
~Your sweet and weary head~
~Night is falling~
~You've come to journey's end~
~Sleep now~
~And dream of the ones who came before~
~They are calling~
~From within the waiting sea~
Alptraum pauses briefly there and looks back to see if the musicians have picked up the beat from the way he tried to flow his voice.
The Naga comes in first with the shaking of the tambourines and a gentle drumming, followed by the two strings, strumming softly. The Skreek uses her instrument more like a clarinet, adding an almost haunting anti-rhythm that stays in the background like a susurrus of wind. The Fnerf is last, using her tail and fingertips around the rims of her drums instead of the sticks, creating an odd, haunting sound like a heartbeat.
Alptraum bobs his head and continues the song. One thing about being big, his voice can carry.
~Why do you weep?~
~What are these tears upon your face?~
~Soon you will see~
~All of your fears will pass away~
~Safe in my arms~
~You're only sleeping~
~What can you hear~
~On the horizon?~
~Why do the white stars call?~
~Across the sea~
~A pale procession rises~
~The waves have come to carry you home~
~All will turn~
~To silver glass~
~A light on the water~
~All souls pass unto rest~
Alptraum pauses there, trying to sense the mood of the crowd, and prepare for the final bit.
Everyone is still quiet, and some are leaning forward. Those with companions are holding hands though. Tulani is the only one smiling, however. She doesn't have to soak it in like the others do. This is her childhood, after all.
~Hope fades~
~Into the world of night~
~Through shadows falling~
~Out of memory and time~
~Don't say: We have come now to the end~
~White waves are calling~
~You and I will meet again~
~And you'll be here in my arms~
~Just sleeping~
And at the end of that, he waves his hand slowly as if bringing it to the close ... and allows a roll of the aura he eased earlier, then allows it to fade.
There isn't applause, but there's whistling. "Not something you can dance to," the singer admits to Alptraum, "But it does stir things up deep down. And the presentation helps. You a professional?" she asks.
"A performer, yes. A singer, no," Alptraum admits, "Thank you for allowing me some of your time up here." He bows deeply to the singer.
"Anytime, stranger.. although I think we'll need something a bit more jaunty to follow that," the singer says and winks to Alptraum.
"Probably," Alptraum remarks with a grin, then hops off the stage.
"I think you did very nicely," Tulani says. "So.. going to dance with me now so I can start rubbing this paint off on you?"
Alptraum laughs. "Sure, why not? I can show you some pity," he claims, takes Tulani by the hips, and then sweeps her out ont o the dance floor!
The band starts up again, leading with the drums and tambourines, and the rest kick in with a very quick dance tune as the lead starts singing, although is soon joined by the others backing her up.
~I was talkin' with my neighbor about the world situation~
~And the things that we were sayin' made us listen to each other~
~We've heard so many statements but we never get an answer~
~It takes an awful lot of patience to stand back and be kind.~
~And it takes a little bit of solitude, a whole lot of gratitude~
~A truly loving attitude to live in this world today.~
~It takes a little bit of solitude, a whole lot of gratitude~
~A truly loving attitude to live in this world today.~
Tulani laughs and lets Alptraum lead, but does press up against him as much as possible.
Alptraum is no ballroom dancer, but nor is he shy. So he just dances for the pure fun of it and lets the music guide his movements. So, around and around he goes with Tulani, keeping her close and grinning toothily at her.
~Everybody's lookin' somewhere for their fair share of wonder~
~Everybody's fallen under one spell or another.~
~And you know that I have been there and you know I am there still~
~And we shall discuss this later, higher on up the hill.~
~'Cause it takes a little bit of solitude, a whole lot of gratitude~
~A truly loving attitude to live in this world today.~
~It takes a little bit of solitude, a whole lot of gratitude~
~A truly loving attitude to live in this world today.~
The crowd starts to join in on the chorus, and the Vartan stomps her hoof in time to get more people up and moving. Tulani kisses Alptraum, getting his lips silvery now.
"This is a song I never thought I'd hear in Babel," Alptraum admits and laughs. When that kiss comes, Alptraum swoops her back and deeply. If his lips are silver? Eh! He doesn't care.
~Oh the children on the corner and the old ones in the road~
~Seem to watch us wander nowhere through it all.~
~But I know we're getting closer to a far better place~
~And I know we're gonna get there and I know what it takes:~
~It takes a little bit of solitude, a whole lot of gratitude~
~A truly loving attitude to live in this world today.~
~It takes a little bit of solitude, a whole lot of gratitude~
~A truly loving attitude to live in this world today.~
The rest of the piece is just a dance toon, and everyone seems inspired to dance as goofily as they can manage. For some of the naked dancers, this leads to lots of things flopping and bouncing about, but at least the glowing body-paint keeps it more surreal than silly. And Tulani presses up against Alptraum's chest too, leaving swirls in his fur.
"Having fun, are we?" Alptraum teases Tulani, then lip-bites her nose, leaving silvery lips on her nose. As for getting a bit paint-messy, he doesn't care!
"Yes! Aren't you?" Tulani asks right back, swaying her hips and tail. The groupies are close by, dancing with one-another.
"Avralie," Alptraum quips, letting him fall back to old speech for a moment. "And if they only knew," he whispers to her with a huge grin. "And I didn't even lie, I am a twit."
"But you're a celebrity twit, where it isn't a drawback," Tulani whispers back with a wink. "I think the singer recognizes you though. You never know who might have been a volunteer or visitor on Mt. Sunala at the right time."
"Really? Why do you think she recognizes me?" Alptraum has to ask, then looks up at the singer, curious.
The singer is focused on her playing it seems, but is smiling back and laughing a lot - apparently this is a really fun piece for her.
"Maybe, but she's not making a big thing about it if she does," Tulani says as she swings around. "Maybe she knows you're 'just a guy' though. I bet the singing surprised her, if that's the case!"
Alptraum glances at the singer again, then shrugs. She doesn't look like a Yodhbarada or the like. "I'm a mystery wrapped in an enigma, coated with surprises like candy sprinkles," he claims to Tulani, then dips his head in and bites her playfully on the neck.
Tulani squeaks at the bite, and swats Alptraum with her tail. "Candy sprinkles? Is that something Mave did?" she asks with a giggle.
"Knowing her? Probably. I'm not sure there is anything she hasn't done. Or anyone, come to think of it. I know she's even done you," Alptraum quips.
Tulani's response to that is to bite Alptraum on the neck. "Grrrr," she play-growls. The music finally winds down, possibly to give people a break from dancing - part of the reason so few wear clothes is likely the heat generated by so many bodies in motion.
Alptraum squeaks at the bite! Then he can't resist and comment, "Wow, I need to teach you how to bite properly!"
After releasing her bite, Tulani asks, "Seriously? It wasn't sexy?"
Alptraum grins and waggles her brow. "It was decent, but you need to end it with a long lick to make it properly sexy," he explains.
"I don't have the same sort of tongue as you," Tulani points out. "If I did that, it'd come back covered in your fur." She also tugs towards a table while the band prepares for the next set. The Psychopomps are also back, with their gyrating, half-starved-looking singer made up to look Barsunala-ish.
"Oh ugh, I'm going to give him nightmares sometime for that," Alptraum mutters as that band starts right back up. He follows her to the table and sits down heavily into one of the chairs, but not before pulling out a chair for Tulani.
Tulani of course ignores the chair and sits in Alptraum's lap. Which is probably getting his pants glowy in certain areas. "So, what can I do that's sexier than my bite, hmm?" she asks.
"Dance with any of the better looking guys here?" Alptraum points out, "Not the ol' bruiser-Eeee that I am."
"So, you want to watch then?" Tulani teases while waggling her eyebrows.
Alptraum swats Tulani's butt. "The proper answer is to say I'm the most handsome here," he says and pouts.
"Oh, is that the sexiest thing I can do?" Tulani says, and kisses Alptraum on the forehead (leaving a silver imprint still). "I already know you're the sexiest one here. I just thought you wanted me to play with your groupies."
"No, that would be weird. I honestly find all of this weird," Alptraum admits. "But it's also nice to see that I've helped people feel better." He then grins toothily and adds, "Well, you could undress me, so you're not the only naked one here."
"You'd have to stand up then," Tulani notes. He's already got his shirt off after all! "I hope that Vartan didn't break anything.."
Alptraum has to get Tulani to stand up, then he stands up too. "I wonder what Kaira would say if I brought her out in here," he notes.
"Probably something snarky about the music and how you always take her to such fancy places," Tulani laughs, then kneels down and starts undoing the ties on the bat's pants.
Alptraum pats Tulani on the head. "Such a good minion," he claims.
Just for that, Tulani hooks her claws in as she yanks the pants down, just brushing them against Alptraum's skin. "I should have had you lie on the table for this," she claims.. probably because it's hard to get them all the way off while the Eeee is standing.
Alptraum squeaks! But he's still grinning. He lifts one leg to help work his foot out of his pants, and once one is out, he'll lower that one and lift the other.
"Why can't you have feet that are feet," Tulani grumbles, "Or at least just wear a loincloth." After that, she shows how her tongue isn't like an Eeee's by licking Alptraum in a sensitive spot.
Alptraum tickles Tulani with a foot, briefly, then going up on toes when he's licked down there! "Rough!" he complains.
"Is that a request?" Tulani asks, and then has her jaws around things. "miss exy nuf bit?" she mutters around things.
Alptraum eeeeeeeee! Now he's back up on his toes, ears straight up, and teeth back! "Not a request!"
"Short-tongues really shouldn't do that," Groupie One notes, coming over and leaning down to get a closer look. "Like you could compete with a Naga, Phixell," Number Two comments. "Especially the ones without teeth."
Alptraum rubs his face. "This is not the time for lessons!" he claims.
Tulani still hasn't let go though, she just isn't using her tongue so much as her lips.. which are still able to make things slightly silver.
Alptraum is twitching by now, and squirming, and Tulani may be having some things getting a bit hard in there.
The other two are still in advice-giving mode, however. "You need to tickle the bag a bit," Phixell says. "Use your tail or feathers." "Yeah, you can't use your ears unless you're hanging upside down," the other one goes. "And have properly big ears."
Tulani snorts, and uses her finger-pads instead.
Alptraum grabs onto the table and glares at the groupies! "Is this revenge for my comments earlier?!" he accuses as he starts to dance around a little.
"What comments?" Number Two asks, while Phixell moves around behind Alptraum. And pinches him. "That was revenge," she tells him.
Alptraum swats Phixell with his wings!
"Ack!" the groupie complains, and then spanks Alptraum. "Hey, you're pretty firm," she notes, which causes Number Two go check as well.
Alptraum swats Number Two with wings too!
"Hey, I didn't even touch you yet," Number Two complains. As things get a bit too big for Tulani, she releases Alptraum so that she doesn't start gagging. Then she sits on the edge of the table, and uses her arms to support her as she leans back and puts her ankles up on Alptraum's shoulders. "Can't grab you with my feet," she apologizes.
Alptraum smirks, and takes the invitation. He moves forward and with a little adjusting, soon he's sliding into the cat up on the table between her other rather nice lips. "You are hopeless, and an exhibitionist," he claims as he leans a bit over Tulani, grinning.
"Hardly," Tulani counters with a purr. "I'd never do this back home.. but here it's normal." Of course, what isn't exactly normal is the other two naked women watching on the sidelines.
Alptraum leans most of his weight on the table and Tulani ... this his because he can now lift up both his legs and feel up the chests of the two girls behind him in revenge for the pinch! He cackles, then starts to rock slowly against Tulani and leans in. "Plus, you worry I forget about you," he teases.
"Well, not here, since I'm the prettiest girl, right?" the Sphynx asks, and licks her lips as things get started.
Feeling up the chests of the groupies doesn't seem like revenge though, since they don't complain.. they just move in closer! There's also the sound to two chairs being pulled behind Tulani (darned wings block a lot) so someone has just sat down at the table.
Alptraum tries to identify them by sound then, instead! But, he also tries to not let it distract his ... er, job. He has to shuffle Tulani a bit more up on the table so that he's more laying upon it and her, which means his feet can work unimpeded. It also means he can tickle with them, and does.
That gets a response, as the groupies giggle at the groping. Tulani lies back, which means she's not blocking the view - so Alptraum can see the Eeee singer and the Skreek musician sitting at the table now. Must be their break!
"Do you mind?" Alptraum has to ask the pair sitting at the table and he arches his brow at them. As for Tulani, he doesn't ignore her, he grips her shoulders and starts to work at the cat warmly. He also, well, uses the shadow to increase his girth like he did for Myrtle! For revenge of her teasing, of course.
That causes Tulani's purr to jump volume a bit!
"We don't mind," the singer says, smiling and sipping at what might be tea. The Skreek lifts up her shirt to show that she's at least as big as Tulani in that department, and winks at Alptraum.
Alptraum just laughs. "One girl at a time," he claims, then dips his head so that he's looking just at Tulani. He grins at her, and doesn't rush it at all. He's slow, grinding, and ... growing. So, he's watching to see just how she reacts.
She starts to bite her lip, and her squirming slows down - as if she doesn't have as much room to move now. "Ooo, you are trying to be a Vartan for me, hmmm?" she whispers accusingly.
Alptraum smiles ever so evilly. "Complaining?" he coos at her.
"What about the two b'hind yah then?" the Skreek asks.
"I was tickling them!" he claims.
That's when the groupies grab onto Alptraum's feet.
Alptraum yeep!
"What's happening?" Tulani asks, her legs bent nearly to her shoulders now.
"Those two are grabbing my feet," Alptraum complains! Still, he's not stopping his movement with Tulani, and is now holding onto the table to be safe! Also, growling ... because.
Tulani almost laughs, but can't seem to catch her breath. "Tell them you'll curse them if they don't let go," she gasps out.
"I can't!" Alptraum growls at her! He doesn't want Tulani to out him now!
The two girls start to spread Alptraum's legs apart now. "I can stop them," the Skreek offers, but also adds a very toothy grin.
Alptraum tries to pull his legs back together! He doesn't know why they're trying to spread them!
The groupies are surprised at the strength in Alptraum's legs and actually lose their grips. "That's not fair," Number Two complains.
Alptraum then proceeds to grab and tickle at them with his feet again!
This makes the Skreek laugh, while Tulani is oblivious, having other things to deal with at the moment. "Squawk at me," she asks Alptraum.
It takes a moment for Alptraum to, er, tweak his vocal chords just a little. He then smiles widely, parts his hips, and does in fact make a rather convincing squawk at Tulani!
"Yah!" Tulani says, and squawks back. "I'll make a Vartan of you y-yet!" she claims, and holds onto Alptraum with her arms now, just in case the groupies try to dislodge him again.
Alptraum has to relax and let his vocals shift back now; maintaining such small changes is hard, after all. He holds onto Tulani, whispering things to her, little nonsense stuff, all in Sylvanian, to her, just in case. He even play-bites here and there.
Tulani reacts with shivers, giggles and squirms, along with swats from her tail (not always on Alptraum.. she seems to be swatting around defensively to keep the groupies from his butt). She moves between playfulness and sudden bouts of clenching passion.
And Alptraum for his part is focused on the cat, and less worried about the groupies. Maybe they'll eventually get bored anyway! Anyway, his goal is to make poor Tulani squawk up a storm and embrace her vartaness side a little; and his shift down below probably helps.
As things heat up further, the Sphynx does start making some decidedly un-feline noises, which does draw the attention of some of the Vartans. At least the singer of The Psychopomps doesn't try imitating any of them. Eeee are not the best when it comes to the deeper, more guttural sounds that Vartans produce. "Woo!" the Skreek cheers, however.
Alptraum tries to not laugh. In fact he tries to block it all out and just dig his claws into the table and try to pound Tulani through it!
That gets her inner Vartan going, and even with her legs pinned inside of Alptraum's arms she starts pounding back.. and the table starts jumping and sliding a bit, forcing the singer and the Skreek to try and hold it in place.
Then it becomes a contest on who can move the table more! Poor table. He also cackles in Tulani's ear and murmurs, "Give it up, you need to relax..."
Tulani growls and says, "Only because the table's going to break.." But it's still another minute of risking imminent collapse before she breaks. With a squawk!
And a few more thrusts from him and he squawks right back as he finishes too! He then collapses unceremoniously atop Tulani and pants. It's a good couple minutes before he remembers he better turn things, well, back.
"That was fun!" the Skreek says, and musses up both Tulani and Alptraum's hair.
"What, no request to be next?" Alptraum has to ask.
"Oi, you got a next in ya then?" the rat asks, resting her chin on her crossed fingers and her elbows on the tail as she flutters her lashes at Alptraum.
"Not right now, no," Alptraum claims. He looks rather worn out, really.
"I catch ye next time then," the musician claims and winks.
"I'm going to walk funny for days," Alptraum mutters to Tulani. "People claim Yodhinala was insatiable ... they have nothing on Vartans." He also looks up at the Musician for a moment, then draws his hand up to his lips and taps them ... and there's a subtle ripple of shadow that rolls from that fingertip, then he winks.