The Vassal Academy Private Club – Welcome to Paradise!

*Geneva appears at Ahren's side*

How can I be of service to you, sir?

For a moment, he still seems absorbed in the surroundings before finally glancing over to the red-headed woman who had approached him. His eyes trail her body for a moment, eventually ending up at her nametag. Slave Geneva, Pain Slut. How subtle...

Ahren gives a very subdued smile, adjusting his glasses a bit to reveal his dark-crimson eyes. The others seemed to be starting with drinks, so the dark-haired man decides not to inquire on what other services the 'slave' might provide.

"Just a water, with lemon, please. I prefer to be unhindered by any alcoholic affects when observing such beauty like I see here this evening..." He smirks a bit wider, having looked around once more before ending up back on Geneva with his last comment*
 
I walk in and look around. I had an invitation from my dear Sens and was intent on meeting up with her.

I see my date has arrived after all . I get up excusing myself from my former conversation walking towards my date.
" Hello there dear Feral ."
 
Jeannette shivers at her touch

Your pardon ,please VT.

Noting the two slaves becoming distracted, Master Andre quickly steps over to them.

Jeannette, Diane, attend to the guests this night Slaves, not each other. Or I
shall be forced to seek another volunteer for my demonstration.
 
"Water with lemon," is all I say as I scan for the person I am looking for, trying to get a handle on what it is that I have walked in on.
 
I wander over to her, " Exactly as you wish Mistress..what pleases you?"

She thinks hard at the question, taking a long sip of her mystery drink. " I am rather shy at what pleases me.. so I suppose whatever is in store I suppose?"
 
*Geneva nods at Ahren and moves back over to the bar, fixing him a glass and returning to him with it quickly*

Please feel free to make yourself at home.
 
Leans in close to whisper in her ear, his breath hot on her skin.

I wonder, out of all the things on this tray, could any compare to the sweetness of the essence I might gather from the fountain between your thighs?

She flushes but still manages a soft chuckle at his suggestive words and shakes her head as he leaves to break up the slaves enamored with each other.
 
Your pardon ,please VT.

Noting the two slaves becoming distracted, Master Andre quickly steps over to them.

Jeannette, Diane, attend to the guests this night Slaves, not each other. Or I
shall be forced to seek another volunteer for my demonstration.

Quickly separates from Jeannette, eyes downcast


Yes, Master Andre. It won't happen again.
 
*Geneva walks over to Lady Reiha* Well, there will be shows being put on in just a bit. In the meantime, make yourself at home. I as well as Slave Jeanette and Diane are at your service should you desire anything.

"Thank-you" I whisper softly, eyes lowering, looking for lost confidence.
 
*Geneva nods at Ahren and moves back over to the bar, fixing him a glass and returning to him with it quickly*

Please feel free to make yourself at home.

"Thank you." He nods as he takes the glass, smirking slightly. "Though it'd be tough to make myself at home when this place is so vastly different. What exactly are we planning on doing here?"
 
*Walks into the club looking around. The gold key hanging just below the thick blood red velvet collar around her neck. The O ring clinking as she walked. The rink clinked in time to the thick 4 inch platform heels she wore taking her from 5'5 to 5'9. She wore a tailored three piece pinstripe suit, the material hugging her body, the vest replaced with a heavy boned corset, pushing her breasts up and out and making a perfect seat for the golden key that rested against her brown skin. Her blue and black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. Pushing her glasses off the tip of her nose she looked at the invite that had been left for her. *

"Well this should prove to be an interesting night. I even managed the fashionably late rule of every party."

*Tucks the invite away as she slips her coat off and carrying it over her shoulder as she looked around taking notice of all those who had arrived so far. Anyone walking behind her would have noticed the short black crop tucked into the back of her underbust.*
 
"Thank you." He nods as he takes the glass, smirking slightly. "Though it'd be tough to make myself at home when this place is so vastly different. What exactly are we planning on doing here?"

*her hazel eyes zoom around the room, her sensitive ears twitching as bits and pieces of conversations hit them, she steps out from the shadows and makes her way over to the man she'd noticed earlier, leaving her coat behind as she moves*

Hi. I think we've met once or twice.

*she purrs, her tail flicking as she speaks*
 
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*Walks into the club looking around. The gold key hanging just below the thick blood red velvet collar around her neck. The O ring clinking as she walked. The rink clinked in time to the thick 4 inch platform heels she wore taking her from 5'5 to 5'9. She wore a tailored three piece pinstripe suit, the material hugging her body, the vest replaced with a heavy boned corset, pushing her breasts up and out and making a perfect seat for the golden key that rested against her brown skin. Her blue and black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. Pushing her glasses off the tip of her nose she looked at the invite that had been left for her. *

"Well this should prove to be an interesting night. I even managed the fashionably late rule of every party."

*Tucks the invite away as she slips her coat off and carrying it over her shoulder as she looked around taking notice of all those who had arrived so far. Anyone walking behind her would have noticed the short black crop tucked into the back of her underbust.*

I am Slave Diane, may I take your coat or offer you a drink
 
Your pardon ,please VT.

Noting the two slaves becoming distracted, Master Andre quickly steps over to them.

Jeannette, Diane, attend to the guests this night Slaves, not each other. Or I
shall be forced to seek another volunteer for my demonstration.

Seeing his displeasure Jeannette is mortified, "Sorry Master," she hastenes to apologize, keeping her eyes lowered.
 
I turn to Sens, "Ah there you are. You invited me here so you can show me around."

" Yes, Yes I did , it is so amazing , I am sure you will see that I ahve not wasted your time."

I grab his hand as we stroll around admiring the place together.

" Tell me dear Feral what do you think?"

I look into his eyes , smiling .
 
* I turn Ahren's attention to the signs posted on page two.* There will be various demonstrations going on through the night. Otherwise, I believe it is just a good chance to relax, meet people, and enjoy yourselves.
 
Looking down at Slave Diane, he smiles softly.

Come with me Slave. I need an assistant for my demonstration.
 
*Walks into the club looking around. The gold key hanging just below the thick blood red velvet collar around her neck. The O ring clinking as she walked. The rink clinked in time to the thick 4 inch platform heels she wore taking her from 5'5 to 5'9. She wore a tailored three piece pinstripe suit, the material hugging her body, the vest replaced with a heavy boned corset, pushing her breasts up and out and making a perfect seat for the golden key that rested against her brown skin. Her blue and black hair was pulled back into a short ponytail. Pushing her glasses off the tip of her nose she looked at the invite that had been left for her. *

"Well this should prove to be an interesting night. I even managed the fashionably late rule of every party."

*Tucks the invite away as she slips her coat off and carrying it over her shoulder as she looked around taking notice of all those who had arrived so far. Anyone walking behind her would have noticed the short black crop tucked into the back of her underbust.*

Jeanneate rushes up to her to offer her some refreshment
 
Finally setting his drink down, he figures he's not going to get anywhere just standing around and hoping for the best. He brushes any wrinkles from his suit and takes a deep breath,, stepping from the crowd and running into Angel.

"Oh," he says softly, "Hello there."
 
"Thank you." He nods as he takes the glass, smirking slightly. "Though it'd be tough to make myself at home when this place is so vastly different. What exactly are we planning on doing here?"

She saunters over to Ahren with a languid gait. "I think... we're here to loosen our inhibitions, to... explore other possibilities of sensuality. Whether it be with the sweets on sweeter flesh, " Her hand sweeps towards the stage and the decadent desserts laid out for later use, "Or with the sting of whips to add spice..." Her eyes turn towards Master Andre and his 'weapon of choice'
 
" Yes, Yes I did , it is so amazing , I am sure you will see that I ahve not wasted your time."

I grab his hand as we stroll around admiring the place together.

" Tell me dear Feral what do you think?"

I look into his eyes , smiling .

"Very nice," I say admiring the decor. I slide my hand down her ass to guide her this way and that as I look to take into the people that are enjoying this new place.
 
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