The Queen has arrived {OPEN}

[devi]

[STYLE=width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); border: 2px solid #000000; padding: 5px;][STYLE=font: 20px georgia; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 5px;]Devi[/style] [STYLE=font: bold 13px georgia; color: #af4b4b; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px;]→ I don't need to try to control you[/style][STYLE=color: #ffffff; font: 12px georgia; text-transform: uppercase;]Look into my eyes and I'll own you ←[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]Click clack, click clack[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]Sharp heels made a staccato of sound on the pavement as she walked from her custom 1959 Chevy Deluxe to the door of the club. Guilty Pleasures the neon sign advertised. She couldn't help but be attracted to the name. It had promise, a type of promise that had the platinum blonde practically shivering with glee. Though with Devi it was hard to say if she was happy or not. She had that kind of look of indifference, the kind that says 'Show me something interesting and I'll care'. She walked through the door with the kind of confidence and air that might lead the someone thinking 'She might actually run the place', even though she didn't. Hadn't even been in New Orleans long enough to have done so. She moved up the the bar with the kind of grace and movement that held a dark seduction. A hidden promise of dark things. Fun dark things. A smile formed on her face. [/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]"Hey there Darlin. Who do I talk to about a job?" She gave him her best seductive smile as she leaned towards him over the bar top. The grin that crossed that face was one she had seen on countless men. She enjoyed this part of the game. The reeling them in. It was all so invigorating that look they got. He told her just a moment and she waited by the bar turning to watch the stage and the patrons. It was a nice place, nicer than some she had seen. Much better kept than most. It would be a nice place to preform. From what she could tell there were lots of lycanthropes through this place, and vampires too. It made it better. She didn't want to work at one of those places where you had to keep that part of you hidden. She knew friends that had. While she could pass as human she hated doing it to preform. Making her performances look anything but the grade A they were was not her thing. [/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]She watched the patrons of Guilty Pleasures much like a predator watched prey. There was an almost calculating air to the way she watched them. As though she were weeding through them in her head, and maybe she was. Maybe she was seeing just which ones were perfect and which ones would be looked over without so much as even a backward glance. She'd ordered a drink while she was waiting, a Cherry Vodka Sour with Grey Goose. She had expensive taste and the money to afford such taste. It was either that or Champagne and something told her this place might not have that. Pity that. She loved Champagne. [/style]
[STYLE=color: #af4b4b; font: bold 12px georgia; text-transform: uppercase;]→ I've got the moves like Jagger ←[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-align: left; color: #ffffff;]→ STARRING OPEN
→ COUNTING 452
→ NOTES ♥OUTFIT♥
→ CREDIT Crayola of BTN[/style]
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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 351 ( TAGGED ) DEVON ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Sienna was staring at the words 'Guilty Pleasures' in neon lights. What sorts of Guilty Pleasures were inside the building? She had a slight sneaking suspicion that it was either a porn shop or a strip club. Her hands were cluttered with mini bags from designer shops with designer high end merchandise - diamond necklaces, ruby broaches, and a new tie. Sienna noted the cross check girl and was waved to a private booth. This place was definitely a strip club from the affirmative half naked male on the pole. "O negative, preferably from a male virgin." she ordered happy to be able to order selectively. Anywhere besides America one couldn't order blood as vampire's were mostly staked on sight. She placed her small purchases on top of the table as she glanced casually at the main act. She could sense no were-cats of any sort of species in the place. It was disappointing. She thought she could feel them hiding from her. It wasn't any sort of skill set but common sense. The waitress placed the wineglass of blood before Sienna. She wrapped her fingers around the glass and took a delicate sip. It was delicious. It was the blood of a young male virgin. Others tried to sell one blood of virgins without the 'donor' necessarily being a virgin. As Sienna glanced around the stage she looked at the patrons. They were half middle aged and half young. A mixture of mostly women with a few men. Sienna pulled out her small binder that kept dates in it. In code she had written a list tallying the sides. She estimated the Master's strength, Soren, Soren's Necromancer Human Servant, another Necromancer that had joined his team, and a damned Third. Underneath her side she had written her Second, a child vampire that shared her same Sire's bloodline of Xaviers that was switching to her side, and a future army of were-cats. She could always use some more power. From her tally it looked like she was winning - on paper. She closed the book and tucked it back into her dress. OOC - OUTFIT . . . . . . . .

[devi]

[STYLE=width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i41.tinypic.com/s67p7b.png); border: 2px solid #000000; padding: 5px;][STYLE=font: 20px georgia; text-transform: uppercase; color: #ffffff; letter-spacing: 3px; word-spacing: 5px;]Devi[/style] [STYLE=font: bold 13px georgia; color: #af4b4b; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px;]→ I don't need to try to control you[/style][STYLE=color: #ffffff; font: 12px georgia; text-transform: uppercase;]Look into my eyes and I'll own you ←[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]She twirled the glass of red liquid in her hand.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]Pushing the collar of her furred coat up further she gave a provocative wink at a gentlemen across the way. A delicate sip was taken of her drink and her attention stolen as the hiring manager moved towards her. He gave her and appraising look up and down. To which Devi removed herself from the bar stool and moved towards him in that fluid grace. He wanted to appraise her? She'd give him a show. She moved up beside him a delicate hand sliding up his arm. He cleared his throat and asked if she was the one inquiring. Devon made a show of looking around. "I don't see anyone else do you?" Her voice was the seductive type, low and alluring. There seemed a soft purr on her words as she spoke, a soft purr that was always there. Her voice was very feminine, soft, airy, with the slightest rasp. He swallowed and motioned for her to follow.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]Once in his office she produced her resume and slid it over to him. She'd worked at strip clubs before as well as the Burlesque club. His interest was piqued and he looked up asking about her Burlesque experience. She confirmed it and handed slid a dvd towards him. "This should prove my experience." She said a smile upon her lips. He took it and placed it in a dvd player while she sipped her drink. It was tapped for the burlesque club that she had once been a member of. They sold them as merchandise to the customers. The smile he passed to her was evident that she got the job. He stopped it and placed it back in it's case handing it back to her and then clasping his hands. He inquired when she could start. "As soon as possible." He told her to be in tomorrow night. She smiled as he escorted her out of his office.[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 10px; color: #c0c0c0; text-align: justify; text-indent: 20px; width: 400px;]She went to the bar with a smile and placed her empty glass on the bar top. "Refill please sug." He flashed her a grin and worked up a refill for her placing it on the bar top. She turned back and made her way to one of the private booths. She gave a grin to some of the men she passed. She noticed the woman sitting in the booth and couldn't help but think they looked a pair. The type of women who wouldn't step foot into a place like this. She like Devi, spoke of money and wealth. This intrigued the hyena. She moved closer and once she was within enough distance caught the scent of death and blood. The blood, from the flute on her table, the death? She was a vampire. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice, you don't fit in here darling." She gestured to the place on the other side of the booth. "May I?" Her attention was stolen a moment as the announcer announced a male performer next. "Oh how delightful, we get a show." She said turning towards the woman again a smile curving onto crimson painted lips.
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[STYLE=color: #af4b4b; font: bold 12px georgia; text-transform: uppercase;]→ I've got the moves like Jagger ←[/style]
[STYLE=font-size: 11px; width: 400px; text-align: left; color: #ffffff;]→ STARRING Sienna
→ COUNTING 527
→ NOTES Don't ask what's up her sleeve, she don't tell even me much LMAO. ~ ♥OUTFIT♥
→ CREDIT Crayola of BTN[/style]
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[Sienna Von Mihaili]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #343434; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #b57692 solid; border-bottom: 10px #b57692 solid;] i will bleed forever ( WORDS ) 351 ( TAGGED ) DEVON ( STATUS ) COMPLETE Feeling the small book filled with so much promising power pressed against her boosoms she felt comforted. Sienna was home sick. She missed her country Sweden, despite the fact that she had been born in Romania and looked more Swede then Romanian. She wanted nothing more to do with America and was not glad she came. It was more troublesome then she expected. She did not count on people being so loyal to the current Master who was once more in hiding. Even his blind, half-witted, scarred fledgling was in love with him. Sienna took another sip of blood. It was better fresh but this was fine. Guilty Pleasures knew how to at least do something half-right. "I don't fit in?" Sienna questioned as she gestured to the seat across from her with her palm in an extended manner befitting beauty queens and royalty. She had eyed the crowd and they were all women much like herself. Well, not much like herself but the theme of the day was women. It was true though that Sienna didn't go to these public places to watch men dance nude. She had plenty of that at home though she was slightly to midly an extreme prude. Men still threw themselves at her. "I do believe the whole point of the stage and pole is for a show." Sienna said not sure if the hyena was joking or not. She wondered if the hyena belonged to any vampires and if she was carrying any such messages for Sienna. Though Sienna was in control of all the cats - by brute force - she would be pleased to have the support of hyenas. Sienna would promise if not guarantee the hyena that she herself would have many more follows, Sienna thus giving the woman full permission to turn as many humans as hyenally possible. "Might I ask what brings you to a place like this?" the vampiress kindly asked. She was curious and turned as of slight to see the 'show'. Of course the hyena could ask in turn the same question. What brought a proper, prim, prude Princess to a place like this? The last shady place Sienna had visited - things had turned sour mighty quickly. She watched the dancer - were-rat strut his stuff on the stage. He had on the outfit of the N.O. P. D. She was the shade of human coffee with three creams and six sugars. He was dancing provocatively on the stage and Sienna could practically see his abs pulling to the beat. Had she eaten earlier she would be blushing like a gushing pool of blood! OOC - OUTFIT Ooh, can't wait! . . . . . . . .