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Other!Bar (R/NC-17: OTA)
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In just a week, the new annex of the bar had become something of a favorites of the more... adventurous patrons, the sights and sounds seeping over into the main room (as much as She allowed; don't worry, nothing too scandalous).
That was, of course, unless you were one of the moreprudish traditional-minded members of the bar, who happened to be sitting at a table just in front of the stage, frowning back at the door. Zira'd finally given in and removed the talisman from his neck, in an attempt to stop some of the temptation wafting through the door. It didn't help much, but it at least gave him the feeling of resistance, that he needed after his tryst with the demon and goddess within those walls. What he did with his Love was one thing, but that place was Sin, pure and simple. And, God help him, he wanted it.
Meanwhile, there were plenty of people without such moral qualms, who had thrown themselves right into the fray:
Belle had apparently found her fans, and was currently on one of the small stages in the room, giving a modern twist of a burlesque dance to a small throng of interested patrons. One of whom had finally decided to take the advice of a very mysterious friend, and get himself laid. Thankfully, he was without the deck of cards this time, but managed to find another bottle of Mac's ale somewhere along the way
Sofia was at the bar, still wearing her cop uniform; it had been a joke from Bar, she assumed, but why not? She'd already been accosted for it. At least she could have some fun with it, now.
Down the bar, Jack was drinking something violently green from a glass, taking in all the sights, smiling wickedly to himself. Right now, the only question on his mind was where to begin.
In just a week, the new annex of the bar had become something of a favorites of the more... adventurous patrons, the sights and sounds seeping over into the main room (as much as She allowed; don't worry, nothing too scandalous).
That was, of course, unless you were one of the more
Meanwhile, there were plenty of people without such moral qualms, who had thrown themselves right into the fray:
Belle had apparently found her fans, and was currently on one of the small stages in the room, giving a modern twist of a burlesque dance to a small throng of interested patrons. One of whom had finally decided to take the advice of a very mysterious friend, and get himself laid. Thankfully, he was without the deck of cards this time, but managed to find another bottle of Mac's ale somewhere along the way
Sofia was at the bar, still wearing her cop uniform; it had been a joke from Bar, she assumed, but why not? She'd already been accosted for it. At least she could have some fun with it, now.
Down the bar, Jack was drinking something violently green from a glass, taking in all the sights, smiling wickedly to himself. Right now, the only question on his mind was where to begin.
