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Breathe in. Count the pulses. Lub dub. Lub dub. Lub dub. Feel the blood push, rush, rush, through the veins. All heat and rained in passion. It was a good fit. Very good fit. A strong, confident but quiet gate. People moved when he walked. Didn’t have to say a thing. He knew all the secrets. All the best spots. He knew how to go unseen or be seen when needed. Things were hot after his touch. Could make a cuppa boil in his hands. Lovely trick. Handy trick. Heated metal made things more interesting. Gave everything just a different smell.

He liked the one that was dancing right now. The one that somehow teased around shadows like they were lovers. Affection there, yes. Liked the taste of her. Touch of her. Something else. But she was a whore. They were all whores but this one - Ooooh, this one - she was their Queen. Whore of Babylon. Sold her soul for thirty pieces of silver. Just like all of them would. Not a true feeling among them. Dirty dressed up mongrels. She tempted all the men like they were the most important one, the only one. Liar... Liar… LIAR.

He knew where to go to make them meet when she exited the stage in her lace and sin. He waited right off the back dressing room, sweltering the space.
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The hum of Elia’s magic was still strong when she left the stage, awash in cool, dark energy and with shadows still clinging to her skin. The lacy bits of lingerie that she wore left just enough to the imagination; she bared plenty of skin, but gave the customers nothing of what they really wanted. It was better that way, better to tease them with the idea. It gave her both a heady sense of power and the promise of requests for her time, private dances that would bring a steady stream of cash in for the night.

Stepping through the curtain was like entering a sauna; she could taste Marc’s power right away, the particular taste of him. Warm and musky, smoky – a hint of ash on the back of her tongue. But there was something else, too. Why was he so warm? Was he angry? There was an acidic edge to his magical flavor, notes of something… different. If she had stopped, she might have been able to feel it – but she had gotten used to the ‘wrong’ feeling lingering around V&V. It was something that they had all gotten used to, for the most part.

“My darling,” she purred affectionately, greeting him with arms around his neck, with the feeling of her cool-water magic sliding over him. Elia’s shadows greeted him as affectionately as she did, flitting across his skin, wrapping the two of them in a haze of privacy. “I didn’t expect to see you until morning. Did you miss me?”