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thatdarncat (thatdarncat) wrote in silverage,

Ugh, this was not the place she wanted to be. She was not squeamish about sexuality - hell, one look at her nightwear (of both stripes - man, it had been a while since she had gone on a robbery) would prove otherwise. But this place reveled in treating women...well, like rabbits. She was here by invitation from her recently employed friend Charlene, who was still somewhat nervous about the outfits.

And there she was, holding a tray of glasses, getting her rear end grabbed by some ass in a cowboy hat. If this were any other club in New York, she'd give him a piece of her mind. But this was the whole point of this place. Women were wind up toys, here.

"'Come to the club, Selina. It'll be great,'" she repeated, rolling her eyes. She waved to her friend, who motioned she was busy. Great. Her eyes wandered back to Mr. Cowboy Hat. She glared at him, crossing her arms. Thank God Charlene took care of the cover. She didn't want to stay here long.