Nex Sancrementum

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  Walking into the lounge, the faint smell of mahogany, whiskey, and smoke wafted through the air. The dimly lit area casted a general blanket of intrigue throughout the room. He could see all the couples and made men sitting throughout the lounge but none of their faces could be distinguished. One would think it was a parlor trick on the eyes. The jade and gold interior design gave the lounge a regal visage. Of course, the rich and underground would be drawn to it.
  Coming up to the platform, his approach was stifled by a boulder of a figure. Looking down on him, an arm motioned him back a couple steps.
  "VIP is reserved for the Headmistress of this establishment tonight." a thick stout voice projected.
   "I invited him, Simian." A slim thick figure with golden skin that had a faint emanating glow about it almost like embers in the night shadows. It drew your eyes in more yet gave no extra evidence to her flaws. She bore an elegant pearl white toga with green and golden feline arm and leg bracelets. Light glitter sparkled across her neck and shoulders as the lights danced across the VIP area. "Make sure no one disturbs me."
   "Yes maam." Stepping past the gentleman, Simian motioned him up the stairs and began roping off the area.
   "I see you've done well for yourself. This style fits you. You'd have made a fine queen of Egypt."
   "Just an outfit." She quipped with a smirk. "I do look fabulous don't I?"
  The lights may have been dim but even in the shadows one couldn't mistake the curves of her silhouette. Figure 8 shape indeed with extra few points on the bottom half.
   "Understatement of the year. Add ears and a tail, might could have some interesting fun."
   "These claws would tear you alive." Her widened to a half smile as an elongated canine glinted.
   "Death by snu snu sounds good to me. Looked pretty fun for my man Fry." He retorted leaning on the rail beside her.
   "You are as tarte a man as ever. Maybe one day I'll show you just how painful it is."
   "You warn its painful yet you keep saying it so seductively. I'm not sure how to feel. Definitely should just experience it for myself." She laughed at the audacity and confidence he exuded.
   "You're one intriguing individual ill admit. Not sure if foolish or maybe a hero trope before me. We shall see. What do you know of the Calverezes?"
    "They used to be a small vampire coven on the east side. They've grown in the last few years at an off putting rate thanks to opening the church of the Eternal Night. They could be a contender for your coven soon enough."
   "Wherein lies the problem," she turned to him, her hazel eyes held an ominous eerie glow to them. "and where you're assistance could be fruitful for us both."
   "A job. I'll hear you out."
   "You've been looking for information about your family tragedy. You deal with them for me and ill give you the trigger man. The Church of Eternal Night is a putrid vessel of a coven. Turning any lost and wayward pathetic soul into one of us. They're amassing their forces to challenge my coven for control of the city. I want this urn filled to the brim with their ashes."
   "When I return i want that name."
   "You do me this request and I'll gift wrap them for you."
   "I said a name. You touch them and your ashes will join the urn."
   "Easier on me then." She laughed.
   "Seal the deal with a kiss?"
   Baring her fangs, she whispered, "why not" as his lips swan dove like a kamikaze plan on December 7th. A slight moan slipped out as she bite his bottom lip and slipped her tongue through the schism it created. He gripped her taut cakes and pulled her deep into his clinches. Her bosom pressed against him like warm jello filled balloons with hard gum drops at the top. She tasted like a golden skittle waterfall; each time their tongues met he could feel a tingle wash over him. The slight mix of warm blood from his lip would cause her to lash and suck his tongue with each renewed kiss.
   "You're blood is intoxicating yet unusual." Withdrawing from the embrace, she looked into his eyes.
   "To one of the damned, im not surprised my blood would be addictive. I am a sin eater after all."
  
 

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