Eades
08-21-07, 11:38 PM
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The Ure was one of those little nook and cranny buildings in Anebrilith that most elven men would never admit to knowing of, but always found themselves glancing furtively at as they walked down the street. The outside was no different than most gathering holes on any dingy street corner of the big city, with the exception, perhaps of the well muscled vagrants that had a habit of casually standing close to the entrance and crowding the doors when anyone walked up the small stoop leading to the front door. There were always people who seemed to know these men, and politely flashed small cards in the palm of their hands for but a moment before being allowed to pass through the hallowed doors. For those without the small wavers, it could be a strenuous affair to simply see what the inside of the building looked like.
For those who managed to show enough humble patience to be deemed of little threat, the interior was a reward in itself. Mahogany bars and tables gleamed with well polished surfaces, the wall behind the bar well stocked with the finest in both domestic and imported drinks. It was true that most of the fine wines were labeled in the delicate script of the Raiaeran nationals, but there were more than a few that bore Dheathain runes, the bold spiked hand of Alerar and even the neat Tradespeak printing of Corone's vineyards. Other spirits were kept concealed in cabinetry and in their places under the bar, every bottle ringed with heavy crimson flowered ivies that grew from their pots ringing the top moulding of the walls. As beautiful as the bar was, every table and fine chair - fitted with a well-oiled spring to recline slightly - was facing a wide stage set near the back of the room. Every line of the place, from the opening of side doors into dark rooms, the pattern and angle of tables' sides, and the march of red-glassed chandeliers that hung from the ceiling brought the eye to that stage, and the two shining copper poles that went from floor to ceiling there. In the mold of tiny flowers and hummingbirds, prevalida accents were welded to the poles, shimmering in the dim light that seemed to only truly illuminate the stage, leaving the seats in a state of darkness that made it more than apparent where the focus was to be.
The Ure had already begun to gather customers when Evangeline Daniels walked in via the side entrance that had been instructed of her. While her Elvish was more than just a little terrible, she'd began to pick out a few words here and there, and finally felt confident enough to look through fliers and papers for a job. When she found one that seemed to be asking for women in their peak physical condition, she'd jumped and applied. The manager of the club hadn't seemed that pleased to see a woman, but as his eyes somehow seemed to be able to inspect her through the loose tunic that she wore, he found something there that was enough to overlook her racial flaws. She had a job, and the next night when she again entered through the side entrance, she was more than a little surprised when the security job she had been expecting turned into some sort of a surreal nightmare.
Two of the girls grabbed her by the elbows, pulling her into a dressing room that was more of a frantic mess of nude bodies, lingerie and makeup than any locker room she'd ever seen and sat her down on a bench. Her toolkit and tunic were taken away from her, her leather boots pulled off unceremoniously as several delicate elven women with spired ears and eyes that were a little more jaded than in just their verdant color began to apply the barest hints of makeup to her face. As her cheeks, lips and to her horror, breasts, were pinched playfully for the rosiest, fullest appearance possible, she was redressed in some scrap of lacy black over which what could hardly be called a dress was pulled. Someone's quick fingers brushed her hair back, keeping it in place far better with delicate braids and a few enamel and rhinestone replicas of Red Forest soul flowers than she had done with a rubber band.
As she was led arm in arm with a couple of elegant elven maidens who were wearing even less fabric than she was, she caught a glimpse of herself in a large ornate mirror. With the black dress that showed more supple cleavage than she'd have dreamed possible and a skirt that left her thighs bare and with the wrong movements could give a peep show that was undoubtedly being anticipated and yet she was unprepared to give, she had to admit she looked nothing like the ex-cop that had simply been looking for a chance to use her gun and her athletically toned body to get some extra cash. Perhaps, she had to admit to herself, it was exactly the same, only they had taken her gun. When the velvet curtains parted, and she found herself stumbling into the chandelier light still unsure of how she was going to get out of this with her clothes on and her dignity still intact, the other girls began to dance, their hips and roaming hands saying all the things Eades had never been able to articulate in life.
Panic hit, the Fight or Flight reflex surfacing in her mind. The enemies were faceless, here. Her awkward sense of womanhood was flooding her. She couldn't move the way the already half-undressed brunette elves beside her were moving. They'd shimmied out of their tops, perfect breasts bared and bouncing with their dances. The heat from the soft candlelight and the libido of the men and women who only had eyes for those on stage. The one blond of the group was surely looking frightened now, her grey eyes already accentuated with Kohl widening even more as she perfected the look of a surprised doe. And as sure as prey who knew they were faced with the predator, she bolted. Grabbing one of the copper poles, she spun, her feet moving to take her around and back through the veil of safety the heavy curtain represented. Instead, however, her bare feet slid on a discarded piece of silk and she fell, sliding across the glossy mahogany stage. She felt the ground leave her and she tumbled into one of the chairs that needed no table, instead ringing the stage where they could be closer to the objects that were often far more intoxicating than the drinks offered. Evangeline's body was caught solidly in a muscled lap, her breath catching in her throat as she turned to face the handsome stranger who'd broken her fall.
As her hands gripped his muscled arms, she couldn't help but think that this was a man who was bringing a few big guns into the game as well.
The Ure was one of those little nook and cranny buildings in Anebrilith that most elven men would never admit to knowing of, but always found themselves glancing furtively at as they walked down the street. The outside was no different than most gathering holes on any dingy street corner of the big city, with the exception, perhaps of the well muscled vagrants that had a habit of casually standing close to the entrance and crowding the doors when anyone walked up the small stoop leading to the front door. There were always people who seemed to know these men, and politely flashed small cards in the palm of their hands for but a moment before being allowed to pass through the hallowed doors. For those without the small wavers, it could be a strenuous affair to simply see what the inside of the building looked like.
For those who managed to show enough humble patience to be deemed of little threat, the interior was a reward in itself. Mahogany bars and tables gleamed with well polished surfaces, the wall behind the bar well stocked with the finest in both domestic and imported drinks. It was true that most of the fine wines were labeled in the delicate script of the Raiaeran nationals, but there were more than a few that bore Dheathain runes, the bold spiked hand of Alerar and even the neat Tradespeak printing of Corone's vineyards. Other spirits were kept concealed in cabinetry and in their places under the bar, every bottle ringed with heavy crimson flowered ivies that grew from their pots ringing the top moulding of the walls. As beautiful as the bar was, every table and fine chair - fitted with a well-oiled spring to recline slightly - was facing a wide stage set near the back of the room. Every line of the place, from the opening of side doors into dark rooms, the pattern and angle of tables' sides, and the march of red-glassed chandeliers that hung from the ceiling brought the eye to that stage, and the two shining copper poles that went from floor to ceiling there. In the mold of tiny flowers and hummingbirds, prevalida accents were welded to the poles, shimmering in the dim light that seemed to only truly illuminate the stage, leaving the seats in a state of darkness that made it more than apparent where the focus was to be.
The Ure had already begun to gather customers when Evangeline Daniels walked in via the side entrance that had been instructed of her. While her Elvish was more than just a little terrible, she'd began to pick out a few words here and there, and finally felt confident enough to look through fliers and papers for a job. When she found one that seemed to be asking for women in their peak physical condition, she'd jumped and applied. The manager of the club hadn't seemed that pleased to see a woman, but as his eyes somehow seemed to be able to inspect her through the loose tunic that she wore, he found something there that was enough to overlook her racial flaws. She had a job, and the next night when she again entered through the side entrance, she was more than a little surprised when the security job she had been expecting turned into some sort of a surreal nightmare.
Two of the girls grabbed her by the elbows, pulling her into a dressing room that was more of a frantic mess of nude bodies, lingerie and makeup than any locker room she'd ever seen and sat her down on a bench. Her toolkit and tunic were taken away from her, her leather boots pulled off unceremoniously as several delicate elven women with spired ears and eyes that were a little more jaded than in just their verdant color began to apply the barest hints of makeup to her face. As her cheeks, lips and to her horror, breasts, were pinched playfully for the rosiest, fullest appearance possible, she was redressed in some scrap of lacy black over which what could hardly be called a dress was pulled. Someone's quick fingers brushed her hair back, keeping it in place far better with delicate braids and a few enamel and rhinestone replicas of Red Forest soul flowers than she had done with a rubber band.
As she was led arm in arm with a couple of elegant elven maidens who were wearing even less fabric than she was, she caught a glimpse of herself in a large ornate mirror. With the black dress that showed more supple cleavage than she'd have dreamed possible and a skirt that left her thighs bare and with the wrong movements could give a peep show that was undoubtedly being anticipated and yet she was unprepared to give, she had to admit she looked nothing like the ex-cop that had simply been looking for a chance to use her gun and her athletically toned body to get some extra cash. Perhaps, she had to admit to herself, it was exactly the same, only they had taken her gun. When the velvet curtains parted, and she found herself stumbling into the chandelier light still unsure of how she was going to get out of this with her clothes on and her dignity still intact, the other girls began to dance, their hips and roaming hands saying all the things Eades had never been able to articulate in life.
Panic hit, the Fight or Flight reflex surfacing in her mind. The enemies were faceless, here. Her awkward sense of womanhood was flooding her. She couldn't move the way the already half-undressed brunette elves beside her were moving. They'd shimmied out of their tops, perfect breasts bared and bouncing with their dances. The heat from the soft candlelight and the libido of the men and women who only had eyes for those on stage. The one blond of the group was surely looking frightened now, her grey eyes already accentuated with Kohl widening even more as she perfected the look of a surprised doe. And as sure as prey who knew they were faced with the predator, she bolted. Grabbing one of the copper poles, she spun, her feet moving to take her around and back through the veil of safety the heavy curtain represented. Instead, however, her bare feet slid on a discarded piece of silk and she fell, sliding across the glossy mahogany stage. She felt the ground leave her and she tumbled into one of the chairs that needed no table, instead ringing the stage where they could be closer to the objects that were often far more intoxicating than the drinks offered. Evangeline's body was caught solidly in a muscled lap, her breath catching in her throat as she turned to face the handsome stranger who'd broken her fall.
As her hands gripped his muscled arms, she couldn't help but think that this was a man who was bringing a few big guns into the game as well.