" And tonight we don't care. " Moon City; Merci Raines
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The sorcerer enters the room, eyes settling on the succubus writhing in pain on his bed. A week has passed since he forced her into sobriety, and her withdrawal symptoms seem to intensify with each passing day.
"I have a surprise for you," he announces.
"Unless it's heroin, leave me the fuck alone," she retorts, burrowing deeper under the covers as her body convulses.
"No, but you will love it, I promise." He approaches the bed, sitting on its edge. Gently, he peels back the covers revealing the strung-out succubus, her skin still damp from a recent cold shower.
"Fuck off. I can barely stand on my own two feet right now." Her voice is thick with annoyance.
"Well, this will fix it... temporarily, at least. Come on. Get up." His tone is encouraging as he nudges her to crawl out of bed.
"Not like I have a fuckin' choice in the matter." She mumbles an insincere "Yes, sir," and drags her aching body from the bed. A groan escapes her lips when her feet hit the floor and her knees buckle beneath her weight. The sorcerer's arms are there to catch her before she falls. She glares up at him. "Told you."
"Yes, you did," he sighs, guiding her back onto the edge of the bed. He opens a portal next to them. "Come on," he coaxes, helping her off the bed and leading her through the portal.
As Ren steps into the new location, what she sees makes her smile with excitement. The entrance is draped in rich, deep red velvet curtains which reveal a grand, dimly lit hall. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, casting a soft, warm glow over the patrons. The air is thick with the scent of incense and the faint undertones of musk, creating an intoxicating ambiance. Soft, sultry jazz music plays in the background, setting the mood for the evening.
To the left is a lavish bar where bartenders mix exotic cocktails with flair and precision. The bar itself is made of polished black marble, and behind it, shelves are lined with an array of colorful bottles containing the finest spirits from around the world. Patrons sit on plush leather stools, sipping their drinks and engaging in hushed conversations.
To the right, semi-private booths are separated by sheer, gauzy curtains, offering a hint of privacy for those seeking more intimate encounters. Each booth is adorned with plush velvet cushions and silken drapes, creating a cozy and inviting space.
In the center of the room is a raised stage where performers, both male and female, dance and entice the audience with their sensual moves. Their costumes are a mix of lace, leather, and feathers, leaving just enough to the imagination.
At the far end of the hall, a grand staircase leads to the upper levels where private rooms await those seeking a more exclusive experience. Each room is uniquely themed, catering to various fantasies and desires.
