bakerstreet | Somebody come get her, she's dancing like a stripper

Somebody come get her, she's dancing like a stripper

What do:
1) Post with your character. Name and canon go in the subject line.
2) This is important: include whether you want your character to be the PERFORMER or AUDIENCE or BOTH.
3) Your character is in some kind of stereotypical (or not so stereotypical) Stripper encounter.
4) Tag around.
5) If you tag, roll RNG 1-3 for scenarios, depending on the role.
6) You don't have to roll if you can come up with a scenario all your own. They're more like...guidelines.
7) There's no sex in the Champagne room.
8) Theme music optional but highly encouraged.
9) Kidding about 7.
10) Have fun.

PERFORMER
1) ON STAGE — Plain and simple, your character is stripping on a stage. Whether they're doing it to get through medical school, paying the bills, getting drunk and trying out for "Amateur Night", for the sheer joy and pleasure of it... It doesn't matter once the music plays.
2) HOUSE CALL — "Excuse me, I'm Officer Lovingood and I'm looking for..." Sometimes, you're called out for birthdays and bachelor/bachelorette parties. Who cares why. You might even have to dress up like a cop or something. Don't forget to bring your own radio.
3) PRIVATE DANCER — Sometimes people want a little privacy with their session, either in the VIP or champagne room or in the comfort of their home. Maybe you're not a pro and are just doing this as a form of foreplay or as a little surprise for your loved one.

AUDIENCE
1) IN DA CLUB — You're visiting the club. Are you a regular? Dragged by some friends (whether you knew what was coming or not)? The bouncer?
2) SURPRISE STRIP — "Oh my god is this for me!?" (Both good, bad, and unexpected reactions can happen.)
3) VOYEUR — This can be intentional or unintentional. Also, the other person just might not be aware that you're watching.

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[Very Audience. Open to either option, along with a mix of random wildcard ones. Rowan has no issue or shame with visiting sex clubs, either of the solely dancing variety or the 'we have rooms upstairs' kinds. He's been visiting them for centuries. Occasionally he'll settle somewhere long enough to have a 'favorite'. ]

[ there was truly no good reason for lestat and rowan to enter a strip club whilst on a date. pairing a lovely evening at the museum with such vulgarity would likely confuse most, but for two immortals feeling playful, it was a logical conclusion. lestat had dressed rowan a little too well - finding excuses to skirt his fingertips along his exposed chest when they drew together, placing a hand upon the small of his back whilst browsing the museum, whilst walking. he himself was dressed more casually - a low riding body suit underneath high waisted grey slacks, accentuating his waist. an odd pairing, the two of them, but one he didn't mind. he did not know what a visit to a strip club with his lover would entail, but if rowan was game, so was he. it would provide a good excuse to get more handsy, in any case.

inside, dance music is thumping, a million reflective surfaces to bounce light and draw attention. dancers in various states of undress gyrate - upon the central catwalk, others on side stages, one within a large cage surrounded in dollar bills. most customers were close to these stages, nursing their drinks and admiring the stretches of youthful skin on display.

lestat takes this all in with amusement, then glances down to his companion. touches the small of his back once again to get his attention. and sure, gives the swell of his ass an appreciative look over while he was at it. ]

So, chérie? What lovely creatures draw your eye?

[He'd been mildly amused when Lestat had shown up at his beach house just after the sun set, wearing that delicious outfit, but with a black garment bag in hand and an imperious sweep of his arm, indicating to be let in and allow him to play dress-doll with Rowan. And Rowan had allowed it. Because of course he had. Dressing to his lover's taste was a novel notion for him, but he'd liked that appreciative glint in his eye after he'd gotten dressed. He also liked the way Lestat couldn't seem to stop the small touches, particularly to the small of his back, as if he was reaching out not only to be sure he was still there, but that he was going where the vampire willed. He'd traced his fingers along the exposed inner skin of Lestat's forearm, liking the softness there and leaning into him while they stopped to discuss one piece of something or another.

The club was a complete 180 in terms of where they'd just been, but they seemed to be dressed more apropos for it, which had him wondering if that had been the intention. Either way, he stepped in, looking around at neon and reds and blues and purples that all seemed to be the signature colours of a strip club. As if passion and sex were those specific hues. Glancing over at the golden pale vision beside him, he snorted at the ridiculousness of it.

The question made him smile, and he knew that his answer was trite and obvious, but it was the truth, nonetheless.]

You. Always.

[ the immediate response makes lestat huff in mock exasperation. though it's clear he's pleased, mouth curling at the corners ever so slightly.]

Ridiculous man. Lovely creatures aside from myself.

[ he casts his gaze out across the room, noting with some amusement that many of the dancers were eying the pair of them, waiting. slowly, he begins to move forward, bringing rowan along with him. there was a particularly attractive trio of girls watching them both from the stage that he liked the look of - a delightful mix of flavours to choose from, in his opinion. upon noting his advance, one dark haired beauty very deliberately unhooks her brassire from the center, revealing small, pert breasts. ]

Here, see? You have an admirer, love.

[He let himself be led over, noting the selection that Lestat had headed for. He glanced around to see where, if at all, they should sit. The comment has him looking over, first at Lestat, then the brunette. His smile was a little wicked around the edges as he draped an arm around the vampire's shoulders.]

I'm almost entirely certain that's for you. Why don't you grab us a seat? I'm going to be a gracious client and use the ATM to get some bills. Bottle service?

[ lestat raises his brows at rowan, but inclines his head gracefully after a moment. ]

Of course - whatever you wish. I will warm up our beautiful friends here for your return.

[ his voice lowers into a silky purr, unwinding himself from rowan to approach a low set grouping of chairs beside the stage. the brunette sinks to her knees to welcome him, brown skin gleaming in the blues and purples of the stage lights. lestat will let himself be drawn ever closer, seemingly hypnotised.]

[There was always a convenient ATM in a strip club, and he was given approving smiles and winks as he went over and pulled out his card to make a rather hefty withdrawal. He figured if they were there to have fun, he'd make sure all parties were satisfied by the arrangement. There was a server walking by, and he asked her to bring over a bottle of Crystal Skull, feeling a little impish over their museum date and Lestat's penchant for the stage. Ah, Horatio...

Halving the pile of bills he had, he tucked one half in his pocket, then went over and slid in to sit beside Lestat, slipping the folded bills into his pocket. He may have squeezed his thigh as he did, just for fun.]

Don't spend it all in one place.

[A laugh, because he knew he could empty the ATM and not blink over the cost. He rarely spent his accumulated wealth, so there was one aspect that Lestat was tugging him towards loosening on. Now he had someone to spend it on.]

[ already lestat's presence has drawn over a few more girls to their corner of the stage, all long legged and glittery. lestat doesn't look at rowan at all while he slips in beside him, simply reaches over to grasp his thigh in return.]

Magnetic creatures, aren't they?

[ already he tugs out a few bills and offers them towards the stage lazily.]

[Rowan leans back and watches the almost mesmerized look on Lestat's face. Well, well, it seemed a pair of breasts should be involved more often. He glanced back up at the stage, catching the eye of a dancer with dyed deep red hair that curled down, the edges reaching just past where her nipples would be under her bra top. She had more curve to her, hips and breasts a bit heftier, and he held up a folded bill between his fingers.]

I'd like to see them dance.

[The redhead smiled at him, coming over and taking the bill and slipping it into the garter she wore. Her nails were pointed, a bit longer than Lestat's claws, painted in that strange way that was popular now that seemed like a metallic swirl, a deep red to match the hair.]

Whatever you'd like, sug.

[Rowan held up a finger.]

Ah, ah. Don't be making promises you can't keep, dove.

[She laughed and turned to sashay her way to the pole, the purple boy cut panties she wore showing off the curves of her ass before a beat started playing. The one with dark hair that had caught Lestat's attention seemed inclined to stay close to the blond. Rowan leaned back in the chair, attention on the redhead.]

[ languid and sensual, the dark beauty stalks down the steps of the stairs to lestat's offered bill, the flare of her pleated skirt barely covering her hips. she's wearing what seem to be fishnet shorts underneath, hugging the lush curvature of her thighs. lestat watches her every movement on her approach, leaning forward to offer the bill as if the slightest quickened movement would scare her away. she is seemingly unphased, plucks the note from his fingertips and tucks it into the lace band along her thighs with the barest hint of a smile. no words exchanged, no lingering remarks - she simply trails her fingers down the flat of her sternum between her bare breasts to lead the eye, then rehooks her brasserie at the center. turning upon a heel, she slinks back to the stage to join her fellow dancers.

lestat exhales slowly, the tips of his fangs gleaming red under the coloured lights. settles back into his seat, stretching an arm around the back of rowan's chair to watch the bodies moving atop the stage. ]

Red heads, mm? [ he murmurs, leaning over to speak in rowan's ear. the woman was impressive, he would admit that. a fuller figure, pleasantly rounded in ways that would be satisfying to hold, to caress. the sensual indulgences of a woman's body, in all of its softness. ]

Is it not a touch cliché, mon beau? Or are you longing for your kin?

[This was a side of the vampire he hadn't seen before. Slow. Cautious. Careful not to spook the pretty creatures that flitted around them. He wasn't sure if it was a predator trying not to scare off its prey, or Lestat being hyper aware of femininity and its general precaution around males. Or something entirely different. Whatever it was, it had the vampire fascinated, and Rowan grinned over as he felt the movement of Lestat's arm on his chair. That fangs were showing already told him quite a bit.

The question got him a shrug.]

There used to be a fair few when I first met humans, where I first met them. Maddie was a redhead. There's something in them that just draws the eye. A fire, as if some ember from my land came out here to sink into each of them. I've never seen quite the temper from any other woman as I have from a redhead. It's... invigorating.

[ from how the red head let her gaze linger over the doctor, wishing for his attention before she turns to arch against the pole, lestat has to agree. the impressive pale swell of her ass in those panties certainly drew his eye. ]

Ah, so you enjoy your women with a bite aussi. [ an amused huff of laughter, seemingly satisfied by this answer. ]

Difficult to tame, hard to hold. Beautiful.

[ little wonder that the man was drawn to lestat, with all of his difficulties, mood swings. though he did not possess the same amount of - curvature. this he studies with a tilted head, watching pale skin make sultry arcs in time to the music, the swish of the red head's long hair with each movement, rippling and catching the light.

his hand on the couch back slips up to splay fingers along the nape of rowan's neck, keeping him held back against the seat with a gentle suggestion. catching the eye of the red head, he very deliberately leans over into rowan's space and tucks a few more bills into the bands of silk around his waist. letting the notes dangle out, easy to pluck free. ]

Indulge in that fire, chérie. I wish to see you enjoy yourself.

[ he purrs, letting his touch linger, ghosting up the man's chest. he slips fingers in to trace claws around a pert nipple, the mere suggestion of pain and pleasure both. enough to tease, eying the doctor's favoured dancer all the while. ]

I enjoy a partner who I know isn't likely to hold back against me.

[The dancer in question was spinning around the pole, doing a move that had her winding up spinning while doing the splits against it. Oh. Well. That was... interesting. He shifted a bit in his seat as her leg spun downward, hand holding up high on the pole as it spun, making her feet move as if she was walking on air.

The drag of a claw tip over his chest, up around his nipple had him hissing in pleasure, eyes drifting over to watch Lestat. He rested a hand on the vampire's thigh, squeezing in time to the bass of the song, watching the brunette notice the touching, and yet the appreciation of their own charms.

The server came over, smiling at the pair of them as she set down the bottle he'd ordered, along with some shot glasses and a few little containers of lime and lemon wedges and cherries. He smiled, thanked her, and paid her for the service as well as a tip. Tonight was going to be expensive, but glancing over at that look on Lestat's face, it would be worth it.]

I'm with you, love. Enjoying myself is a given.

[ the returning squeeze, the hiss of breath from rowan draws a devilish grin from lestat, continuing to touch and tease. pretending as if he were not doing anything untoward, he nods and smiles at the server, before leaning in to lick over rowan's pulse under his jaw. ]

And who would hold back, when you are so delightfully reactive, mm?

[ he purrs, rubbing a fingerpad over the fleshy nub of the man's nipple. a scrape of blunt teeth lovingly over that precious thud of vein, then he withdraws all at once. seemingly innocent while he busies himself with pouring them both shots from the bulky skull head. after another glance up at the stage, he pours two more. ]

But it is a woman you wish to indulge in, and indulge you shall.

[ he offers rowan a glass with a wink, playful. ]

[He paid almost no attention to the dancer while Lestat was teasing him, attention fully on the scent of the blond, on the feel of him as he touched and teased- then he withdrew and Rowan growled without fully meaning to.]

Tease.

[But the reprieve gave him a moment to glance back up at the dancer, who seemed to be enjoying the very small show they put on, even while she was spinning gracefully, like a small, fiery tornado. He noticed the extra glasses poured, brow raising over at Lestat.]

Define 'indulge'.

[Because this topic hadn't quite come up yet. They'd discussed a few past lovers, a few moments, but the actual act of... well. It wasn't exactly cucking. Sharing, perhaps? Voyeurism and exhibitionism all in one? There were mirrors placed in strategic places around the room, and he remembered the concert's dressing room and grinned. A little bit of vanilla could be detected as he reached for the proffered glass.]

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