Nyte Snow

Bartender / Escort

an agony beyond compare

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• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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The tall, long-legged Veena paces around you where you kneel, arms bound behind your back, eyes covered by a blindfold. You cannot see her, but you can hear her long, thin spike heels clicking on the floor, hear the leather crop slap against her hand as she paces. Every nerve trembles.You turn your heard toward her voice only to hear it turn cold, like ice."Did I say you could raise your head, gnat?" The creak of latex, the whistle of air is the only warning you have before the crop slaps against the bare soles of your feet. Your cry is muffled by the gag and hides the sound of the incoming second strike.You fall forward, only to be pulled up by her gloved hand. It's a firm grip on your chin as she either bends or crouches in front of you, but not one that crushes. You feel her lips soft against your brow."By the time the sun rises in the morning you are going to beg. You are going to beg to cum. You are going to beg to be untied. You are going to beg to do any. single. thing. I. ask. Because you're nothing but my worthless little gnat."She lets go; the sound of latex creaking again, the heels stepping away, tells you she has stepped away."I think we'll start with hot wax..."

expected session length

2-4 hours

Cassian Kane

Bartender

a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking

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Cassian had been blissfully unaware of himself for the past few ticks of the clock, having found a sturdy counter to lean against while he juggled three small bottles of liquor. He found he liked the world better when he was entertaining himself with mindless antics. If left to his own devices, he'd likely try to see just how many bottles he could add to the spinning and tumbling madness. But movement catches out of the corner of his eye and he gracefully catches all three flying objects out of the air, flashing the new patron a charming little smile."Sorry bou' tha' - sometimes y'gotta make your own fun, yeh?" His smile remains, though his eyes and their share in the mirth are hidden behind ridiculously pink sunglasses, bedazzled with pink gems on each corner. "What can I get for ya? Probably ain't really interested in th'jugglin' - unless you are! We coul' see how many I get in th'air before things start breakin'!" The man was clearly not the brightest, but he had a sincere nature about him that made his imposing height seem all the less intimidating the more he talked. He was just a large, friend shaped idiot.

expected session length

NA

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• During Business Hours NO
• Outside Business Hours NO

Naid Carville

Escort

i don't go to church - kneeling bags my nylons

expected session length

1-4 hours

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• During Business Hours NO
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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The smell of tobacco, citrus, orange blossoms, and vanilla drifts through the room, heavy enough to sit on your tongue, sticky and sweet. It’s almost enough to make it easy to ignore how cool this corner of the club is, in comparison to the heat radiating off the bodies of other strangers. It’s dim, not quite dark, and the orchestrion thrums with music ceaselessly, and –Quite frankly, maybe you were just looking for a break.Temperature aside, the only other remarkable thing about this corner is how empty it is. Even as it lingers, there’s no sign of the source of the scent. The rest of the staff and guests seem otherwise occupied, and as you sink into the soft leather of the sofa, you might wonder if some relative peace and quiet might invigorate you enough to get your second wind. Which makes it incredibly unfortunate that a certain someone is seeing to it that you get exactly none of that.“Hiya, sweetheart! All by y’lonesome?” The Viera that now sits next to you definitely wasn’t there before, but trails of smoke pirouette from her pipe, and you’ve solved at least one mystery. She clicks her tongue against her teeth in disapproval or pity, shaking her head lightly and waving her pipe in circles. The spirals slowly fall to the ground, a momentary distraction before she again regains your focus. “You’re too young, y’know! Ought t’have ev’ry-single-individual clamberin’ t’be the one on your arm. Shame, really, such a good face.” Before you can get out an answer, you feel a sharp nail grace underneath your chin, as she lifts your face into view. She squints and her ears fall back, trying to find something.How long she keeps you like that could be seen as intimidating. The tension muffles the orchestrion and chatter.Her ears perk up again. She beams as she carefully pulls her hand away.“Nope! Was worried I was wrong there for a smidge – y’know, I oft am, really, daft as I can be – but not at all! You have a very handsome face, ser. What’re y’doin’ all th’way over here? I know th’tall, dark, an’ broody type’s always in vogue, but no one can really catcha over here – okay, ‘cept for me, a’course, but that’s cause I was here first.” She smothers her pipe, setting it carefully on a nearby table before pulling a fan from her corset and snapping it open. The pointed silence seems to mean she’s waiting for an answer, so you give her one.“Oh – really, truly? Well, it does get a touch warm, but don’t worry! I’m sure th’ghost problem was taken care a’ages ago –” There was no mention of ghosts. Should you be worried about ghosts?” “-- Th’chill in this part a’th’world’s just me. Y’know, bein’ a plump sort,” She leans in and snorts, like it’s a little inside joke between the two of you. “I carry a few extra layers, an’ then th’corsetry, an’ then th’lingerie, an’ then y’add in th’lights n’th’people an’ –” She huffs, pulling up the top of said corset and shimmying in her seat as she does so. “Too warm! So I made this area just a smidge touch wee bit cooler. Our secret, right?” You nod. “Perfect! Now then –” She snaps her fan closed, setting it to the side on the couch as she grabs both your hands.“Let’s see what we can do about that lonesome bit, hm? – Oh, stop lookin’ nervous! I won’t bite unless y’pay me to.”

Hip Ehrlich

Escort

from my rotting body, flowers will grow

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It started with a shy greeting and a quiet smile. A glimpse of his nerves as he sat beside you, but a genuine interest sparked in his stare as he focused his attention on you. Not just aiming to please, but to understand – as much as one could in a fleeting night. The tension melted away with the passing conversation. As the lights dim a little lower, you feel him lean against you, tilting his head to whisper to you.That was enough – no more words needed to be said. You go back with him, and as soon as you are alone, his body would do the talking. Tonight the task was simple.You lay back, and he crawls on top of you. His body moving like coursing water, hands washing over every curve, through your chest and to your neck. His fingers wrap around the crook of your jaw, forcing your gaze upon his. A bright emerald green stares back unrelenting. A shade that flows through you, studying every detail in your eyes before it ebbs backwards. Then a laugh falls from lips as he dives in, planting a kiss underneath your chin before releasing you.He comes down beside you, giving you equal ground. The tides rest, but the waters flow all the same. He channels your desires. His smile beckons you. Whatever you want, he wants it too. He lays there waiting, ready to give it all to you.Then, just as you come closer, his lips fold into a sinister smile. An expression that utters a simple command –"Give in."

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours NO

Achi Saeuri

Escort

better pace yourself

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• During Business Hours NO
• Outside Business Hours NO

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Black painted lips pulled up into an amused and endeared smile as she took in every change to their being; twitchy smile, flushed cheeks, fingers nervously playing with whatever they could find. Adorable.Her thoughts were audible in the tone of her hum, supporting her weight on one arm as she leaned closer to them, voice smooth and pleasing, "Easy, my dear," her smile spread into a grin across pale cheeks, "You may combust in your seat at this rate." Though, that might be exactly what she wanted as those thin, porcelain fingers, tipped with black claws just barely grazed the back of their hand, earning the most delightful flinch from the other.
It brought the petite woman great pleasure, having the ability to fluster those of a taller stature than her, which was most really.Being so close to them let the au ra admire all of their features and it had her to pausing her teasing for a gentle, "You are quite beautiful, dear." That surprised look in response to her sudden compliment had a gentle chuckle bubbling up from her chest.
Her hand completely rest on top of theirs to emphasize her point when they didn't seem entirely too convinced of her sweet words, "I mean it, truly," voice genuine and grin softening back to a kind smile, "And I do not mean simply your looks, though they are quite pleasing to the eye," her fingers would slip underneath their hand to lift and bring to her lips for a gentle kiss to their knuckles, a black lipstick mark left as she pulled away, "You are beautiful."Warmth filled her chest as it seemed her words reached them, at least a little, as she saw their lips pull into the littlest of smiles they couldn't do anything to hold back."Now," her nails would lightly drag against the back of their hand before beginning a trail up their arm, "Where were we?" But before they could flounder out a response, her finger found its way under their chin, grazing agonizingly slow up their neck, "Ah yes," her hum velvety, white eyes darkening ever so slightly as they shuddered under her touch,"Pulling these delicious reactions from you~.."

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NA

Ventaile Sylvis

Escort

streaks of red

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Ven watched as the man slowly made his way to the couch on one side of the room, while Ven moved to the small kitchen and bar area on the other side, making sure his gaze never drifts from his client. The dancer placed a small cardboard box tied up with string on the counter and placed a finger to his lips. “Oh this? You’ll see!” Ven teased the man, sticking his tongue out before turning around to grab a bottle of wine and two glasses. With a quick ‘pop’, the cork was removed and Ven poured the wine into two glasses, grabbing them both in one hand and the cardboard box in the other as he sauntered over the couch to meet his friend – or at least, someone who Ven considered his friend. Between having a few conversations when Ven was on stage and now spending a brief moment together, one would hope that would be enough to form even a slight friendship. Ven sat down next to the man, placing a glass in front of each of them and the small box in the middle as he began to undo the string and open the box. Inside were a pair of chocolate cupcakes, one of Ven’s favorites.“Don’t think I don’t pay attention cutie! I remember how much you told me you liked this sort of stuff!” Ven winked as he leaned in closer, hoping to get a better look at his friend’s expression. Eyes were lit up, mouth slightly open – all good signs. Ven let out a soft chuckle and leaned in closer, putting a hand on the miqo’te’s cheek. Ven’s nails, painted bright red, seemed to contrast beautifully against the man’s beautiful blue eyes as their gazes met one another’s. Ven licked his lips for a moment before breaking out of his momentary trance. “You should try it…it’s really good and I got it just for you! We can share one if you like?”

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Horokeu Hanakaze

Security (Venue Sec)

heterosexual exoticism

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"GOD... Here we go again..."
The Miqo'te exclaims to himself as he strides down neighborly walkways of The Mist towards the peculiar yet remembered Mansion. He didn't think he would be here again... He thought he was able to escape it all and just look forward to sitting on the ledges of Uldah and listen to the banters and fights at the Quicksands or people watch at the aether plaza of Limsa Lominsa for the rest of his days. Looks like the Twelve definitely had different plans for this unfortunate catboy.
He affixes his little hat as he looks up at the nostalgic structure. He's filled with cacaphony of emotions remembering all the good and bad memories that came along with this building.... From the embarassing hot tub exposure to the tearful former closing....
"I can't believe I took up the request for a job at this place again..."He lets out a momentary sulk of weakness before preening himself to be in a presentable manner. "Well.... at least I'll have enough gil to buy those limited edition primal skateboards for their Nameday and Starlight... Even for a sham of a marriage I gotta keep this up before my debt piles on even more..."
The Miqo'te quickly preened himself in a presentable manner before the arrival of faces old and new showed up at the lawn. He gave everyone the familiar dotes and hugs to welcome them back to the slutly yet homely manor he was fashionably accustomed to. He let them comfortable enter the domicile to prepare for the evening as it should be time for customers to arrive.
He glances around the entrance one more time before looking towards you through the camera and lenses of the narrative and words that can be seen and visualized. As if he's looking straight into the very soul of whoever is reading this excerpt. The catboy takes one deep breath and shouts out to you.
"Welcome to PBM!"

expected session length

NA

bookability

• During Business Hours NO
• Outside Business Hours NO

Talbert Hardin

Escort

world needs bad men - we keep the other bad men from the door

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At the end of the bed, the hyur sat with a book keeping his attention. His glasses hung from the neck of his tight-fitting sweater while his dark green eyes roamed the pages in front of him. It doesn't take long to notice the presence now in room with him. Looking up, Talbert his head, squints, before remembering he can't see anything more than five fulm away clearly. Crysal clear lenses fall into place in front of his eyes, and his lips curl into a smile. Tossing his book aside, it shuts with a soft thump - revealing the title etched into the dark leather: Black Magic in the Bedroom.Rising up from the mattress, this hyur was nearly the epitome of innocence. Short-statured, thin as a rail, this man would or could do no one any harm. However, the scar across his lip and a steady gait might say otherwise. He walks with the deft precision of a duelist - his footfalls making nary a sound against the polished wood beneath him. The soft shuffling of his loose-fitting wool trousers sounded his approach more than anything. Having nearly 'glided' up to his guest for the evening, the hyur rests a hand against their chest as he looks them up and down."Mm, I've been expecting you." Talbert's voice might have been deeper than expected, though is just as quiet as the rest of him. So close now, the hyur looks over the edge of his glasses into the eyes of his partner for the evening. "You look awfully tired. Long day?" There's a hint of concern in his voice, but Talbert doesn't wait for a response before taking their hand in his."I'd offer a story or two to help you drift off... but I don't think you're here for pretty stories." Pulling them close to the bed, Talbert takes his glasses off and sets them on the bedside table. "Thankfully for you, I've been told my mouth is good for more than just reading."

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours NO
• Outside Business Hours OK

Hawthorne Ymir

Escort

sometimes the pit sends something back

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The sounds of pouring rain and rumbling thunder always put Hawthorne at ease, for reasons that he couldn’t quite explain in words. One of his favorite things to do was to sit outside under cover during a thunderstorm and just… exist. Every once in a while he’d step out into the pouring rain, mostly when he was alone. Why? He could never say. Impulse? Maybe. Impulse. Sure. Impulse had led him to do a great many things before, and he couldn’t say he regretted any of them… At least, not yet.Impulse had drawn them out into the rain today, some kind of feeling, but again they couldn’t place exactly what. Their gaze rose to the dark blanket above, and they took a deep breath, letting the scent of petrichor and ozone fill their senses —A thick canopy of leaves shakes and whispers in the wind, with the pattering of raindrops and flashes of lightning filling in the background. He sat high atop a bough of a grand Sentinel, hands and lips preoccupied as the storm raged around him. His eyes are closed, but he knows the feeling of his teeth against his lip, the feeling of his calloused hands gently mapping every curve of his spine, the sounds of his breath coming in shorter and shorter pants. The feeling of nails clawing down his back only excited him more, and his skin felt as if it were on fire. Ever since that fateful day when they'd first crossed paths, he couldn't get him out of his mind. The whole world could burn and he wouldn't care, as long as he was by his side –Hawthorne returns to the present day with a gasp and a shake of their head. Gods, they always hated moments like that…

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Kurai Kurokiri

Bartender

she fusses and he blooms

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Kurai still slumbered when Valor had deposited his gift for her in her room, not even the click of the door closing behind him alerting her of his presence. It had been another night of tossing and turning in her sleep, events still plaguing her with new ones to add to the old. It wasn’t until dawn when she had finally drifted off into a silent sleep, the cover of her large futon wrapped firmly about her. It wasn’t until the ray of lights began to warm the covers when she finally began to stir, eyes flickering open before she slowly rose from her warm nest.She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, pushing herself up and treading further into her living space. It wasn’t until she passed by the towel and note that she took notice of it, halting in her steps and turning towards the cloth, knowing full well that it wasn’t there before. Curiosity got the better of her as she turned towards it, bleary eyes trying to decipher the note.Upon reading it’s contents, the au ra grabbed the towel within her hands, sneaking out of her room and down to the downstairs of the new mansion they had procured earlier in the week. She was proud of the progress that had been made in furnishing the place, a dream to help fund the fc for more things, both personal and as a whole, so it wasn’t a surprise that valor wished to see her in the most complete of the three floors of the mansion.She took notice of his garments at the table, a tsk leaving her lips at his sloppy display. She had to start training him on how to properly dispose of his gear, otherwise he’d come crawling back to her asking her to mend it for the nth time.She softly tread down the red carpet until she found a cracked door, her fingers wrapping about the frame and sliding it open, only to slip through and shut it closed behind her. “You know, Valor, this could be rather risky...” she teased, as she gazed upon his nearly naked frame, her own still clad in her soft, thin nightgown that stopped just barely below the curve of her hips.

expected session length

N/A

bookability

• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Vilvianna Valaczo

Bartender / Escort

snake in the grass

expected session length

2-3 hours

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• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours NO

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The echoing boom filled the air, lights strobing along with the beat of the music. Dancers, drunkards, and conversationalist alike spilled all along the floor. The night was young and vivid. For some, a bit of debaucherous heaven. For yourself? Maybe a bit too much. Perhaps an escape is in order? Those you came with are flowing on the dancefloor, entranced by the hypnotic dancers on stage. Not wanting to leave them, you decide to wander about in hopes to find a more calming area.As you take your stroll, the glimmer of a decorated doorway catches your gaze. Deep in your mind the intrigue grows, curiosity overcoming you as your legs lead you right through. As you do, your gaze scans the room before realizing it was a small bar. The setup seemed like the one by the dance floor yet smaller with fewer seats. Behind the counter stood a red-headed pale Viera, casual button-up fit with a red Pince-Nez covering their eyes. They seemed distracted with the counter, wiping it down with a towel as they hummed to the faint beats of the music outside. You decided to approach the lonely Viera, only to startle them as they almost dropped the wine glass.“Oh! Hello there! Startled me for a sec’ there. What can I get for ya love?” The Viera spoke up as they looked over to you, their lips gently curling up into a warm smile. Feeling a bit parched, your lips parted to speak. The Viera nodded to your unsure words before reached down behind the counter. “You know what? I’ll make something for ya.” They picked up a few bottles of unmarked booze, placing them on the counter before popping them open, prepping for your drink. As the moment passed, you couldn’t help but watch as the Viera worked their magic, weaving bottles and tins around before finally pouring a vivid red drink into a cocktail glass. The Viera spoke as they gently slid the drink to you. “Here ye go love! Enjoy yourself.” You raised the glass to your lips, sipping at the sweet red drink with joy.With a blink of an eye, one drink turned into two. Two into four empty cocktail glasses infront of you. You feel all fuzzy and warm inside, your mind satisfied by the time spent laughing and crying with the Viera. Though it all had to end as you hear your companions call your name. In a tipsy stumble you excuse yourself before walking out with a peachy grin on your face. Your companions lock their sights on you, looking at you with utter confusion. They ask you where you were as it was already closing time. But you just got here? The thought fades as you remember you never payed for those drinks. With a quick turn you face the doorway to the bar, or where it’s supposed to be at least. You simply face a wall. Dazed and confused, you stay staring at the wall before being ushered out the place by your companions. You stay in slight shock, though the warm memory of your time with the Viera remains. Perhaps you can see them again?

Chakha Borlaaq

Escort

dinner is served

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"Thank you for choosing me, Master!" The Xaela smiled, closing her eyes and giggling softly."I am very grateful, so..." She bashfully slinks closer to you, too embarassed to look directly at you. "I would...very much like to make you feel good. Is that okay?"At your reply, she grins sheepishly, trailing a finger down your chest. "Is there anything you would particularly like, Master?"As you lean in, whispering into her horns, Chakha turns bright red. "I-Is that so?" She climbs ontop of you, straddling your waist as she looks down at you, her fingers on her chin as she tries to get her words out."When I hear things like that, my body gets so hot...and my head becomes filled with fog..it is very difficult to think."She takes one of your hands and places it on her thigh; she places her other hand atop yours and guides it to one of her horns, encouraging you to grip it tightly. She's practically panting now, her tail thumping against the bed excitedly. With her thighs spread, there's simply no way for her to hide her excitable bulge."P-Please..." She stammers, finally looking deep in your eyes. "Do not hold back...I can take it, Master."

expected session length

1-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Sae Hvantir

Bartender

kindle the lovely torch

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Idle chatter could be heard amongst the familiar music playing downstairs, the bass powerful enough to be felt on tile. Using the rhythm as a guide, Sae prepares drinks as requested. Glasses of all various sizes lined up all in a row, garnished as needed, they found themselves into awaiting hands. As the rush goes past, time slips away from the vie’ra, but with a moment of relative peace, he brings out a cigarette from one of his pockets to rest on his lips. A metallic flick catches his attention to see an open flame from a lighter with a new guest.Leaning closer, the tip of the cigarette greets the flame of the lighter, his gaze meeting his guest’s. Purring low, satisfied for now with this small yet yearning interaction, Sae stands back to his full height, leaning against the bar. “Now… what can I get for ya?” His deep red eye never leaves them, giving a slow look up and down. With a simple request, he gives them a smirk, large fangs showing in full view.Now with the lighting more focused on the taller, it’s more notable of the scars showing beyond the eyepatch, and his lip. The scales of Raen heritage decorating the bridge of his nose and horns curling towards his face, giving a more sharp expression. Yet… with how the vie’ra is treating his guest, there is more to him than just a sharp, cold expression.A glass of what the desired drink was requested catches the wandering attention of his guest, fully garnished with a bit of extra garnishes on the side. Their hands go to grab their wallet, handing over what they owe before a much larger hand stops them, placing them on the counter.“It’s on the house.”

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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Ciceroix Valeriant

Security (Venue Sec), Escort

love the sin, love the sinner

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"Well, aren't ya' a sight yourself," The Elezen has fixed his gaze upon the arresting beauty before him, quietly regarding you with a honeyed grin and noting where your eyes fell upon his form to discern what about him was ensnaring your attention. Wide hips dipped and weaved sinful patterns, and his hands pushed up into his dark tresses to sweep away from his eyes. "And even better up-close. Like a gift that keeps on giving," He breathes out as he steps closer to make himself acquainted. Down to his knees does he lower himself as he settles into your space, the loose and poor excuse of a top he wore that evening being teased up his abdomen with nimble fingers."Don't be shy now. Anything I can help ya' with?” A pearly white grin flashes at you, punctuated with an amused chuckle rolling off that wicked tongue. With the way curiosity danced in his jade gaze, it was almost like he dared you to draw in even closer to him. Just how far would your courage take you tonight? “I'd hate to see you go so soon without properly thanking ya' for stoppin' by-- or at least gettin' to know your name."

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Clawdia Dupuis

Security (Outreach), Escort, Bartender

we name the strongest storms after women

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Painted purple lips part into a toothy grin, the keeper flicking her wrist to close her ivory hand fan. Clawdia tilts your head up with the tip, a pink brow raising as if she’s inspecting you - but for what reason? “My, my…how intriguing,” she whispers, a twinkle in her golden eyes. The fan returns to her breast, another flick of her wrist causing the fan to unfold, revealing a smeared currant-colored lipstick stain.“I think I shall have plenty of fun with you, my dear.”Her heels click against the floor, the smell of sweet vanilla and strawberries wafting from her as she strolls past you. Before you can even react, you feel the presence of something behind your head, and that sweet, sultry voice gracing your ears.“Room nine at twelve sharp. Do not disappoint.”And with that, she giggles; the woman stepping away to grab a glass of sweet red from the bar, her curvaceous figure the only sight of her visible in the low light.

expected session length

2-3 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Tobias Harlan

Escort, Bartender

show me how you miss me

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• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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“Look,” she started, “you really need to get laid.” Valentine was propped up on the counter, legs crossed, a lit cigarette lazily balanced between her fingers. She took a drag and raises a brow at her older brother.“Okay, but why?” A low thump sounds as Tobias crosses his arms.Her golden eyes roll. She stubs out the cigarette, leaving a lipstick-stained butt in the tray. A cloud of smoke follows as she reaches behind the counter to rummage.“What are you looking for?” he asks.Ignoring him, she sits back up and smiles. Another thump. “Don’t be so cross with me. I’m just looking out for my baby brother.” Her eyes soften and she pouts, feigning hurt. She beckons him with one hand. “Come here, let me fix your hair.”The guilt trumps his better judgment. He steps towards her. “Besides,” he huffs. “I am not your ba-”“Ah ah ah. My lovely brother - don’t you remember our little deal?” His tongue is caught between her fingers, and with her other hand, she rubs something absolutely bitter on his gums. “You promised me clients if I hired you.” She lets go, snapping his tongue back, and it’s met with a loud thump of his foot. This time he turned a few nearby heads.“What the fuck was that!?”“Oh, come now, don’t be so dramatic. You’ve had coke with me before,” she says, waving her hand dismissively. Laughing, she points to a group in the corner. “Anyway, your little tantrum seems to have attracted some attention. Haaaaave fun!” She hops off the counter and leans down to kiss his head before bouncing towards a woman she’s been eye-fucking all evening.

expected session length

1-3 hours

Khoeun Ura

Escort

your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything

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• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours NO

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After spending some amount of hours deep into the night, glancing towards her, you notice the dim lamp shining over half her body. Giving her scales and figure a slight sheen, or perhaps it was the combination of sweat mixing with the light that gave it that glisten.. Either way, she was stunning, immaculate even. A side that you hadn't seen even when you were speaking with her not even moments ago. The petite Xaela reached over towards you, thinking perhaps she wanted more. Aye, without a doubt she definitely did. However, it was late, and time wasn't quite on your side. She was certainly exhausted, and come to think of it.. so were you.Instead, she grabbed the nearby cigarette box and lighter, taking one for herself and lighting it. She took a quick, yet deep puff of the lit cigarette, before turning her head away to blast the smoke in another direction from you. Her head slowly turned back with a smile you were familiar with. A shy and flustered one, yet at the same time so captivating. The one she first greeted you with when you approached her. As if falling into another trance, you leaned forward and nuzzled your head towards her cheek, her neck. She giggled and ran her free hand through your hair, feeling up a good tuft of it. A deep sigh, followed by quick puff.. exhaling a cloud of smoke."I think our time's up here, don't you think? Any minute now the linkpearl over on that desk will ring.. with Rhyan notifying me to wrap things up.." she spoke to you in a soft, and tired tone. "Any final words before we.. leave?" She stared at you with loose, not focused eyes, taking another drag of the stick, then putting it out on the ashtray to her left. Right as you opened your mouth, and were about to mutter some words, the small Xaela turned towards you and gave a quick peck. "Actually.. save that answer, and tell me next time, yeah? Ah... one more thing.. next time you don't have to be so gentle. You can be a lot more rough with me." She smiled, and the linkpearl set aside nearby began it's ringing. Signaling that your time with the petite one had ended.

expected session length

1-3 hours

Valentine Depardieu-Liliverne

Executive Director, Lead Escort

drink each other's blood in the night, betray each other in the sun

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She handles her like the most beautiful creature in the world. Because she is.Small and slender, yes, but it did not matter. Every soft curve of her, the gentle arc of her hips - pale, soft skin that was nearly the perfect inverse of her own, so easy to mark. Lipstick. Gentle lovebites. Scratch marks. A low, longing moan breathed into her mouth, the warm body pressed to her own. Setting her aflame.And in that flame... not timidity, or deference, but trust. She slips them into the furs, arms stretching across her shoulders once they are entwined, her kissing growing lazy, comfortable, enticing her. Come take me, she invites. Something she offers to almost no-one, because she trusts almost no-one.But from the beginning, she trusted her. With her body, with her heart. She shouldn't have. She knows that now. That's why they were here, after all - why she had to do this. And yet in spite of it - in spite of everything, she still invites her, still teases her with little bites to her lips. Come chase me, she says with a drive of her hips. Come get me, she whispers with a bite to those soft, soft lips.Come love me, golden eyes glowing softly in the dark of her sleeping furs. Come love me forever.

expected session length

3-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours OK

Fae Ren Sanja

Escort

you just might get it

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Fae had been lost in the moment, as she often found herself. Moving to the bass that boomed within the venue. Her movements are calculated and well-executed. The way her legs wrapped around the pole swinging her body was so precise it was obvious that she had spent time and time again perfecting this craft.Her long raven hair fell with each round, draping over her pale skin that seemed to be tarnished with scaring as far as the eye could see. Rips, cuts, stabs, and punctures. Her body alone told its own story even if she never dared to speak them. She was tall and curvey much like many of her kind with long furry ears that laid back against her head. Her eyes were covered with a black cloth that hid her from the world.When the song ended Fae found her footing and moved to slide herself off the stage instead leaning against it. Her arms folded over her chest and astonishingly although her lips were parted, there were no heavy pants present. But then she seemed to have focused on something as her ears began to flicker back and forth. She turned her head to a figure approaching. "Are you just going to stand there dear?" She asked her voice was a low deep whisper and her tone did not hold any emotion to it. Those ears of hers danced in short tight angry flicks. She tilted her head up and down as if sizing up the figure who had approached."If it is my company in which you seek I can provide it. Just be careful what you wish for."

expected session length

2-4 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

Batuhan Sanja

Security (Outreach), Bartender

constellations written in the scars

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• During Business Hours On Request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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The winding down of the night would bring patrons from all walks of life into the establishment, the air heavy with the buzz of life, conversation and the soft pump of bass where otherwise, quietness may have lingered. Though many zipped to and fro, eager to make new company, browse the mansion's tantalizing selection or simply wind away life’s stressors in an establishment meant for doing so, he was as he always was - tucked neatly behind a bar, polishing off a rocks glass with a freshly laundered rag, making it gleam in the lowlight with a dazzle.He was a tall man as his race usually was, made unmistakable by the glint of scales as pitch as the void that nevertheless reflected the light, the devilish curl of scarlet-tipped horns and the swish of a draconic tail. His eyes were a molten hue, like the corona of the sun in the black abyss of space, cast downward as he studied ever so intently the job he was doing. And with Nhaama as anyone's witness, if he didn’t seem as wide as he was tall for he was built like a bruiser, his form littered with wounds healed with time as they told his story.And yet despite all of these traits that may have made him seem imposing, there was something in the way he stood - lackadaisical, with a slouch, as if carefree and nothing could bother him. It may have drawn someone to the man that was often clad in dreary shades, curious as to why someone so daunting at the same time seemed so warm. As he caught the presence of someone sitting at his bar, he would peek those wildfire eyes over the frames of the glasses neatly perched on his nose, and he’d loft a lopsided smile; his signature, dotted with a bit of charm and crossed with a little too much teeth.“Well, seems I’ve got company.” His lazy baritone drawled. And with a little toss of his wash rag over his shoulder, he placed that glass before his new arrival with a pointed ‘clink’. “You seem tense. Why don’t we take the edge off? What’ll it be - I can give it to ya, gentle or strong.” And with a drum of his fingers on the polished wood of the bar he'd call home for the night, wolfish eyes locked onto those of the other, he’d finish.“Let me know. After all, I live to serve.”

expected session length

2-4 hours

Aria Forzane

Oversight Director, Security Lead

cross my heart & hope to die

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• During Business Hours On request
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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She's always been a little cautious with moments like this. For how easily words fall from her lips, she's always been too-aware of the responsibility that comes with his trust. Hasn't ever forgotten whatever she shows him will be the first time he's ever experienced it.It's a heady, terrifying thing.She can spot the tell-tale signs of over-stimulation - the way his hips seem to be lost, his body trapped between instinct and the limits of his bindings. The moment his words seem to fail him, and all he can respond with are the shifts in his body and sounds falling from his lips. It's all she has to know that he's okay with this. His submission is sweeter than anything he could have given her in this moment.Aria clutches on to it like a lifeline - more than he'd ever realize. She intends to keep it that way.He's so red. She's almost mesmerized as she watches him, a quiet noise to echo his every time there's a shift in tone. The blush is mirrored on her face, she knows - she can feel the heat radiate off of her. Her toes curl against the bed sheets as she catches the little nod he gives, just barely there. It's heartwarming, to know he's waiting for her permission, that he needs to put in effort to not tip over the edge."Maybe I didn't make myself clear." Aria's eyes flicker down to his abdomen. She swallows the lump in her throat, voice thick with arousal. "Don't want you to have to wait at all tonight. If I have it my way, we're gonna keep going until you're begging me to stop."

expected session length

2-4 hours

Lennox Voronin

Security (Outreach), Escort

this isn't covered by your insurance

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• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours On Request

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“Come here, darling.”The alluring stranger beckons, his long digits adorned with shapely claws dancing in the shadows of the low light. Mesmerized by its easy tempo, you can imagine them dragging lovely pink lines across you, like a canvas waiting to be marked by the artist. And so you go to him, hand in hand, knees clocking together. It’s startling at first but the man laughs, low and breathy. Even his canines are sharp, all of him was really, but there is an elegance to it.When his hand closes over yours, the pulse in your chest quickens. You feel caged; like the ribs in your flesh that house your heart, so too are his fingers not unlike imprisoning bars.He can feel the wild thrumming in your wrist“Oh.”The man coos, lashes kissing the swell of his cheekbones when he leans forward to brush lips against your heated skin. The touch is reverent, comforting, and dangerous. You swear even with that soft touch, you see his pupils becoming even smaller slits than before. A man married to both tenderness and some feral current running in his veins.“I’ll be kind to you.”However, you don’t want that.Gentle is the hunter that descends upon his prey, prey that looks back at him with both trepidation and longing. Longing like reunited lovers do but theirs was a game of pretend, yet oh, how real it felt. The gravity of sinking together, the kinetic energy from roving hands and lips; magnetism, undeniable draw like a silk cord between intertwined bodies. Surely you'll die tonight, but what a beautiful death it'll be. Unfurling like a flower in full bloom, taken by the dark man's undertow.

expected session length

2-4 hours

Auswald "Oz" Robineau

Escort

creating truth by repetition

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• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours OK

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"Well, what's important," Oz said, voice strained. He jerked a little with effort, making a soft noise under his breath. "What's important is that you feel good. That said, it might be a little big for you."The Miqo'te in his lap squirmed and Oz stared up at the ceiling pointedly. It was times like these that really emphasized how much bigger Oz was. He was 8 fulms tall standing, but even sitting, he towered over his companion. His hands were broad and warm where he held them in place gently, but there was steel beneath all that sunshine; danger behind the glint of mischief always present in his eyes."You really think so?" The Miqo'te asked. Oz tugged again at his grip sharply, and the Miqo'te gasped. "But I already feel so tight, and the curve--"Oz tugged again and laughed when it drew more shuddering gasps just as easy as anything. It was cute. He quietly ran his thumb around the very edge of them, appreciating the squeeze. Always tempted to slip his thumb underneath and bring more red to already prettily flushed skin."I think you could handle bigger, if I'm honest, sweetheart. This ass of yours is somethin' divine. But all the same, lemme go down a size? There's somethin' I wanna tease you with for a while. A pretty little thing like you oughta have something equally pretty, don'tcha think? And I'm not keen to let ya go any time soon."His companion thought it over and Oz ran his thumbs gently over hipbones. Distracting, and cloyingly sweet. "We can always bring ya right back here if you find you're missin' it. Hells, I know I'll miss it, and I'm the one chompin' at the bit to try absolutely everything on you. I know it's gonna be pretty as a painting."He leaned forward to press kisses along their shoulder and collarbone. A long thoughtful sigh left the Miqo'te, along with more wiggling. Oz put his hands on slender hips and pressed down just slightly to still them. Sweat had started to bead at his temple and, really, he wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around that tiny waist and—"Fine," the Miqo'te relented. "Fine, fine. We can go down a size.""Glad to hear it! I got one here with a bit of lace on it that I think you'll just love!" Oz said, and he finally let go of the corset lacings with a quietly relieved sigh.Corset season was a trying time for merchants. Always a great work-out, though. And a terrific view.

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2-4 hours

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Kore Meadows

Bartender

ever fall in love with a cryptid?

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From afar anyone can see the lavender ears swaying side to side as one of the best songs of the night thuds through the mansion. Shifting her weight form one foot to another while swaying her hips in small circles to not knock any of her fellow bartenders off-kilter. A small creature sits on her shoulder holding onto her hair at the back of her head for dear life as the Rava starts to move a bit faster.Her shoulders start moving and the poor rodent grips her ears to better hold himself as his footing on her shoulder is swept away as she started to dance more like a bumbling fool. soon just mouthing along to the words and pointing her fingers in random directions when her arms would raise up one after the other like she was doing a backstroke. Rupert, the poor meerkat swinging by her hair now, chittered loudly and with definitive worry as he couldn't catch himself to climb down. With a giant twirl in place Rupert went swinging with her hair aloft in the air. Shiny rocks of all colors showered around her as they spilled from her pockets and bra that was stuffed full of them. Her hair swung forward with Rupert still clinging on with wide eyes, with her arms cradled she caught him and held him as he sighed in noticeable relief."Oh, don't you love this damn song?" she asked him over the loud music, placing a few shot glasses near a few patrons and pouring some oddly colored liquid into them, shoving them in front of the poor bar-goers. From the floor she picked up a few stones and plopped them into the drinks that seemed to oxidize into a pickle color. Rupert quickly climbed down to the floor and slammed himself in one of the fridges. It was going to be a long night.

expected session length

All night if you want someone to take your picture or give you a bad serenade while you smashin.

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours NO

Thalia Ra'ashir

Escort

cœur de pirate

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She moves her hand gently across her lover's face, taking the loose hair and pushing it aside to get a better view of the pale veena's flushed cheeks, the backs of her fingers tenderly wiping the woman's brow of all the accumulated sweat. "There's my girl..." the keeper smiles wide, her emerald eye twinkling in adoration of the messy beauty in front of her, taking her arm and wrapping it around the woman's back, lifting her bodily up and pinning her to the wall once more.The veena gasps as Thalia's right arm flexes and starts to pump into her partner again, palm pressing flush to the woman's arousal, fingers pushing in and hooking up, returning to the motion that's brought the Viera to rapture three times already this night. But to Thalia it's as if it's the first time she's ever witnessed it, so wonderful is the sight. The moon cat leans in for a taste of lips and flesh, her nostrils flaring as she takes in the scent of sex and heat, ears taut as she listens to the rapid heartbeat inside her lover's chest, an instinctual hunger swelling within her, drawing a deep nourishment from this primal moment.She times her attack between the veena's heartbeats, biting down on the woman's collarbone, fangs pinching at the soft skin, threatening to break through and draw blood. The pale rabbit's mind completely collapses under the pressure, as her own instincts to breed kick in, wrapping her legs around the Keeper's waist pulling her tight trying to help Thalia's fingers deeper inside.The moon cat coos gently, "Good girl, such a good girl... Now give me more, I need more, baby." She adjusts and moves her hand gently across her lover's face, taking the loose hair and pushing it aside to get a better view of the pale veena's flushed cheeks...

expected session length

1-2 hours

bookability

• During Business Hours OK
• Outside Business Hours OK