The Vassal Academy Private Club – Welcome to Paradise!

slips into a seat, a little sad his date wont be able to make it tonight
 
oreo

I'm brain dead:devil:

Yummy ...thanks for helping out

There will be a big reward for you later:devil::rose::heart:
 
Sens walks in looking around the place noticing a few faces .

Her eyes lit up as the place was so amazingly decorated and it was relaxing looking.

She strolls towards the bar , with a smile upon her face.
 
Ah, thank you my dear. *Takes a small sip of the water and takes a dee[ breath* Hello everyone who's arrived/
 
Oh, no reason to go out of your way Jeannette. I'm sure you have other duties besides keeping me company. :)

I'm sorry to hear that sens, though I can only imagine how many offers you turned down.
 
A red headed slave walks in from the back, finally ready after brutalizing hours in front of the mirror. Screw this being a perfectionist bit. But tonight would be fun.

She walks over to the assembled crowd and says

Greetings and welcome. My name is Slave Geneva. I am at your service as well this evening.

If you can avoid looking at her breasts for long enough, you can see a nametag of sorts just between them that reads "SLAVE GENEVA Pain Slut.
 
Slave Diane

Sens walks in looking around the place noticing a few faces .

Her eyes lit up as the place was so amazingly decorated and it was relaxing looking.

She strolls towards the bar , with a smile upon her face.

Good Evening, Mistress. May I offer you a drink?
 
A red headed slave walks in from the back, finally ready after brutalizing hours in front of the mirror. Screw this being a perfectionist bit. But tonight would be fun.

She walks over to the assembled crowd and says

Greetings and welcome. My name is Slave Geneva. I am at your service as well this evening.

If you can avoid looking at her breasts for long enough, you can see a nametag of sorts just between them that reads "SLAVE GENEVA Pain Slut.

Jeannette looks her over and gives her a smile of encouragement..
 
"Hi sens welcome.." I blow her a kiss:rose:

I blush some knowing I am loved and welcomed by many abroad.

" Thank You, I believe this place of yours is something intersting with a postive out look , you did well."
 
Stepping into the Club after giving the Cherub the proper phrase, Master Andre stops in the door, looking for the one he is to escort this night.

Dressed in his formal attire, of knee-high soft black leather boots, tight black leather pants and a loose ruffled white shirt, his logn blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail, bound with a leather tie. At 6'4" his tanned skin and well-muscled body are displayed for all to see.


Looking about, he spots her in her barista apron, busily setting up for her demonstration. Walking up behind her, he thinks for a moment, then bends to her ear.


Already at work, I see, VT?
 
*sighs, wondering where on earth her drink is, her eyes wander around the room and land on VT, she makes her way over to her*

Well, what do we have here?
 
*Ahren walks in quietly and unannounced though with notably unformal attire of a long, dark trenchcoat with matching button-up shirt and dark slacks underneath. He adjusts his pair of black-framed glasses which glare a bit in the light, effectively hiding his eyes for the moment. As the onyx-haired man glances around, he seems a bit curious about the entire setup.*

'Hmm... Gold seems to be a theme here...' He thinks to himself, glancing down at the key he had silently been provided.
 
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No thank you Diane, I'm just fine for now.

eyes the lovely rooms with wonder, this was a lovely place
 
Oh, no reason to go out of your way Jeannette. I'm sure you have other duties besides keeping me company. :)

I'm sorry to hear that sens, though I can only imagine how many offers you turned down.

Actaully none... to be honest ..
 
She spins rapidly at the warm voice, flustered at the greek god suddenly standing before her. "Uh... I - uh.. I'd arrived a bit early to setup, sorry I missed you."

Taking a deep breath, she settles her nerves as she rolls to her toes to kiss the bottom edge of his jaw. Then twirls as she bends to reach across the trolley, to take pick up two chocolate covered cherries, one for Oreo and the other for the man escorting her.

"Care to sample?"
 
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