Bellatrix LeStrange (black_hearted) wrote in cambioncity, @ 2011-06-30 00:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | belle, belle and loki, loki |
WHO: Belle and Loki
WHAT: Whips, Chains, and Introductions
WHERE: Voyeur
WHEN: Friday, late
RATING: Probably high
STATUS: Ongoing
Voyeur had a certain smell to it that was hard to mimic; leather was a big part of the atmosphere here. There was also a subtle bite of alcohol, sweat, and something only the Ethereals could detect being stirred around with the air-conditioning: the spice of lust, pleasantly mixed with pain. It was the pheromone that brought all of Alessandra's clientele back over and over again: a drug as potent as the country's meth problem, and just as dangerous--when in certain hands.
That's why Belle worked here.
A tiny figure, she was--barely scraping the edge of five feet, most of it legs and long bone-white hair, but such a potent little package of power and insanity swirling behind her baby blue eyes. She was a porcelain doll, possessed by the Devil, dressed in matte black leather that cinched at her narrow waist and laced up the back. Black-red lipstick cut a stark difference between that flesh and the ivory skin around it; same as her nails. One tiny hand was coiled around the two lengths of leather that stretched from a metal ring in the ceiling to the wrist and ankle bindings of the middle-aged congressman (who paid out the nose for this opportunity)--he was hog-tied, hovering an inch over the lit floor, suspended by her preternatural strength.
"Speak," the little fanged thing in the corset and stilettos hissed in the face of the man she dominated; cat-like points of purposefully exposed canines bared. It got his heart going more than anything she did to him; his skin flushed and sweat-sheened, his fists balled tight, and a look of drunk lust and discomfort glazed in his eyes above the ball-gag.
He tried to comply with her order, uselessly. That was obviously her intention. Her other hand brought down the thick-handled cat-o-nine, striking his exposed hip with a hissing smack. She could've flayed his skin from his bones if she wanted, but he didn't pay to be tortured; so Belle watched her strength.