She seems dressed in all The Rage

Upon reaching the door of The Rage, Nyri merely gave the pair of brawny bouncers there a coy wink, and he was through. Even had he not recently been promoted to the role of Ramath-lehi’s top “party master," i.e., the Councilor of Entertainment, almost everybody would have recognized him, anyhow. He’d spent years working – or rather, sleeping – his way to the top of the most elite social circles, and he was renowned worldwide for his sheer skill at throwing the hippest, hottest soirees, or at least partaking in them if he was not personally the host. He was also hot club fodder, and could be found at varying nightclubs nine out of ten days a week, and so he was hardly impeded when he approached the threshold of any hotspot.

Walking with the smooth, even gait of one with total confidence and charisma, the arden moved into the club. Already, he could feel the fibrous tissues in his ears vibrating with the loud music, and a smile curved over his face, which was colored powder blue today, along with the rest of his body. He had matching streaks in his hair, and his tail flame was likewise a dazzling cobalt hue. His clothes, too, were blue, though a darker shade; he was sporting tight pants and a sleeveless mesh shirt, along with countless bracelets and necklaces that seemed to glow of their own accord as he made his way towards The RageÂ’s swanky bar.

Despite the fact that he’d recently been reigned in by Koani Grader himself to be one of the elite Thirteen, Nyri did not hesitate to place the first of many alcoholic orders. “I’ll take a B-51," the arden said, his voice deep as he addressed the sleek looking thill behind the bar. Although he was quite a sexually powerful being, as his eyes strayed over her, he did not think underhanded thoughts about her. He was far too eager to get his drink.

Giving him a nod, she began to prepare the drink right in front of him. She conjured a shaker from beneath the bar, and scooped some ice into it. She then gathered the other ingredients – a third of an ounce of Cuhlou, Ruelait, and Kyemsjauo respectively – and then mixed them together with a few seconds of shaking. She then deftly strained the concoction into a shot glass. “Here you are."

“Thanks," Nyri said with a click of the tongue. He grasped the glass and then moved swiftly away from the counter, wedging between bodies as he took up a post on the edge of the dance floor. He lifted the shot glass to his lips and downed the drink in one go, and then held the now empty glass as he watched the throngs of dancers writhe and pump in front of him. He was planning to join them after the buzz of alcohol had started to move in his blood… and as soon as he found a hot dance partner. Due to his reputation and good looks – and despite his beer belly – Nyri knew it would be fairly easy to find a lady or even several to dance with him all night long.

 

It did not take long for a warm feeling to course through Nyri’s veins, and his smile turned into something of a smirk. Turning away from the dance floor, the arden made to take his empty shot glass back to the bar. However, even as he swiveled smoothly on his heel, he noted a thill next to him – and she seemed to be speaking to him.

Pausing in his step, Nyri let his eyes rove over the female, no modesty in his gaze as it traveled from her pretty face, over her small but supple chest, then down to her legs wrapped tightly in their leather pants. He was instantly attracted to her, and he was rather fond of the glisten of her clothing. He imagined that if he danced with her, he would be able to feel every inch of her through the tight leather, and he almost got aroused on the mere thought. However, he was a smooth and trained operator, and he did not let himself be obvious as he finally opened his mouth to reply.

“Oh, how lucky I am that I turn around and run right into a beauty like you. Just when I was thinking of finding a dance partner, too. Shall we?" the arden crooned seductively. He lifted his arm and crooked his elbow, obviously offering to escort her onto the floor. The shot glass in his other hand was almost rudely tossed away then, for he was not going to move away from this thill merely to return it the bar. In fact, he probably wouldn’t leave her side until he’d worn both of them out.

 

Nyri winked and clicked his tongue when the thill took his arm, and he nodded when she introduced herself. Immodestly, he did not respond with his own moniker. It was already clear she knew who he was, so why waste his breath? He, on the other hand, did not recognize her at all. Not only was he not interested in her group’s genre of music, the arden rarely paid attention to other celebrities – unless he was on top of them or otherwise using them somehow.

Wordlessly, he tugged his arm, thereby drawing both of their bodies towards the dance floor. His powder blue coloration shifted slightly as he mingled with the other bodies, and by the time he’d shoved his way into the center of the things, Nyri’s pelt was magically a bright hue of pink. Turning around to face his partner – Tanya – he gave her a devilish look and indicated his own pink fur, as if asking, “You like?"

But he didnÂ’t need an answer from her. The music throbbed in his ears and through the rest of him, and Nyri outstretched an arm. He wrapped it about TanyaÂ’s middle, and splayed his fingers along the small of her back. In this way, he was able to pull her torso close to his, though he left a few inches. For now. He couldnÂ’t wait to feel that tight body rubbing against his in time with the music, but first he wanted to see what it could do. He wanted to see her dance, and see her in motion.

 

Tanya did not fail Nyri’s expectations – as he looked on, she began to dance. After only a few moments, she began to press her lower half against him, and the arden could not help but purr mischievously as he felt her pelvis, and then her rear, rub against his hips. He’d been right about the leather – he could feel the thill’s every illicit curve as she ground lightly against him.

Not wanting to allow the dance to be altogether one-sided, the arden eventually tugged her closer to him, so that they were more solidly pressed together. He then pushed a knee between Tanya’s legs and “mounted" one of hers, setting up a grinding rhythm. As he did this, his arm moved up from her midsection to her upper shoulder, and its partner joined it, holding her around the upper back as he now moved against her.

“So, Tanya, what sort of night are you looking to have?" Nyri said, making eye contact with the thill as they moved in tandem. He was, of course, inquiring as to whether she was merely looking for some hot dancing – or if perhaps she wanted to “cool down" by hopping in between the sheets later on. Though he would not immediately abandon her if she would not “put out," Nyri would not waste too much time with Tanya if she wasn’t going to sleep with him. He did respect females, but the arden always capped his nights by having a naked romp with someone or other – a celebrity, when he could help it – and tonight wasn’t going to be any different for him.

 

When Tanya tossed her arms around his neck and then brought her mouth close to his fibrous ears, a delicious shiver ran down Nyri’s back. He liked the ones that had confidence and were unafraid to behave as they pleased with him. Of course, there was a point where he’d find an abundance of confidence to be annoying – but right now Tanya was running it perfectly to his tastes.

“To be honest with you…" he breathed, blowing on her muzzle which was now next to his. He could feel her own hot breath tousling the small growth of jet black hair protruding from his chin, and he could not help but open his mouth and lick rather roughly at the thill’s muzzle. “…dancing is just foreplay to me."

The innuendo in his words was starkly clear – he expected all this to lead to sex. He winked an eye at Tanya and clicked his tongue yet again, returning her sexy smile. As he did so, he willed his pelt to change colors again, and in just a few seconds, Nyri had returned to his previous shade of pale blue, though he was by no means as cool as his hue.

“I –" he began to say, his voice a deep purr, but then Nyri suddenly felt something pinch his backside. Smoothly, he twisted his head around, and noticed a thill smirking behind him. She was tall, with creamy white fur and flowing pink hair that curled into tendrils at the tips. She had fine features and was wearing a tight, gauzy dress that hugged her curves deliciously. She was obviously the equivalent of some sort of supermodel.

“Jytagasul," Nyri purred intensely as he spoke, and he loosed himself from Tanya. He moved away from her without even looking at her or excusing himself, and turned to face the pale thill who’d so daringly pinched his ass. “You’re looking mighty fine tonight, babe. What brings you here?"

“As are you, Nyri’sla. I’ve never been here, so I decided to check out the scene," Jytagasul replied. She moved against Nyri so that they were pressed together and dancing slightly, completely unaware – or else, uncaring – of the thill he had just abandoned for her. “I’d never heard of this ‘Shadowlack, Inc.,’ and wanted to see what it had to offer. I rather like this place though," she purled, sweeping her hands to indicate the thrumming club, “It’s hot, and the bar is swank."

Nyri laughed at her use of the word “swank," as if it was a private joke between them. He then leaned forwards and kissed the hollow of Jytagasul’s neck as he danced against her, having completely forgotten the abandoned Tanya at his rear.

 

Jytagasul purred seductively as Nyri kissed her neck, and the arden, encouraged by this sound, flicked out his tongue and began to lick her collarbone rather prolifically. After a few seconds of this, he then drew his head back and grinned rather wickedly at the thill, who matched his smirk with a playful one of her own. It was obvious to any outsider that the two of them knew each other. In fact, they knew one another quite intimately – Nyri, fascinated by Jytagasul’s status as a worldwide supermodel, had seduced her many a time, and the two had even been a couple for a brief period. They’d abandoned their relationship but still liked each other, of course, and often hopped into bed when they happened to meet up on nights like this.

“You’re so damn foxy," Nyri purred, letting his blue hand slip down the thill’s side. Her dress hugged against her body, and he could feel her warm sides through the material. His hands eventually wandered down to her hips, and then crawled backwards to cup her buttocks. “Mm… we definitely need to get out of here sooner or later, so I can hump –"

Once more, NyriÂ’s voice was cut off. This time, it was because Tanya had burst out and shoved herself in between him and Jytagasul. She seemed rather incensed at the other thill, who regarded her with surprise and calculated disdain. Nyri, too, had a scornful look on his visage as he regarded her. Who was this random nobody to shove around a fine specimen like Jytagasul, whoÂ’d been featured on the covers of several major fashion magazines? He could understand her anger at being deserted, but there was no need for her to get in JytagasulÂ’s face. The fact that sheÂ’d done so almost made Nyri want to strike her.

However, he maintained his cool as he tugged Tanya away from Jytagasul and spun her around. “Hey, now, no sour faces," he purred to her, grinding his hip against her leg. “Jytagasul here is a good friend of mine… and Punker has plenty of love to share."

 

It almost seemed as if Tanya couldn’t make up her mind whether to be miffed or embarrassed about the situation. As he continued to move against her leg, Nyri stifled the urge to raise a brow at her. She sure seemed attached to him, especially considering the fact that they were barely acquainted with each other. He was used to her type though – the clingers. The ones that fastened to him because of his looks, his reputations, and his general smoothness, and were loathe to ever let go, much less share. He could handle her, though.

“My bad, my bad," Nyri purled with an airy laugh, and he leaned towards Tanya and placed a delicate kiss on the corner of her eye. “I was just so surprised to see Jytagasul," he added, and he turned towards the model, who was standing nearby and watching the proceedings with a bit of a knowing smirk on her face. “You understand, right? Let me buy you a drink to make up for it, though…"

With these words off the tip of his tongue, the arden gently grasped Tanya’s arm and began to guide her away from the dance floor. As he went, he looked over his shoulder and winked at Jytagasul, who winked back, waved, and then melted back into the crowd. They had obviously exchanged a secret communication of some sort – probably an “I’ll meet up with you once I get rid of this heinous clinger!" – but now Nyri’s attention was back on the thill in his grip.

“What’ll it be?" he crooned to her, once more putting his face close to hers. He inhaled her scent and then grinned at her, before dropping his hands from her and indicating the bartender that had just arrived and whom was awaiting their order.

 

Nyri listened to Tanya speak, and he was only just barely able to keep the corners of his mouth from curling upwards into a sadistic grin. “If you think I am acting stupid and you don’t want to be with me, go ahead and go back to her…" Little did she know, the arden was planning to do just that. He was hoping to smoothly escape Tanya’s company by distracting her with a drink – even if was only water – and then discreetly excuse himself so he could track down Jytagasul and get all over her for the remainder of the night.

“It’s fine," Nyri assured Tanya, though his voice was vague. He was quickly losing interest in her. He turned his head sideways and scanned the crowded dance floor, as if hoping for a fleeting glimpse of his supermodel friend, but then he quickly turned back towards the thill. Just then, the bartender returned with an ice cold glass of water. “I always drink before I dance, personally, but to each their own, am I right?"

As he watched Tanya take a sip, Nyri leaned against the counter. He was very good at picking up girls – and just as good at dropping them. The latter was a bit tougher, of course, especially with clingy types like her. He didn’t know which strategy he needed to use, exactly… should he excuse himself to the restroom? Perhaps it would even be cool to find her a replacement dance partner? A blue hand came up and Nyri idly stroked at his sprig of chin fluff as he pondered, clicking his tongue at the same time.

“Well, Tanya," he finally said, making a decision. “I had a B-51 not too long ago, and it’s gone right through me. Need to visit the men’s room… will you wait here for me?" He winked at her then, and leaned away from the counter, poised to go once she gave him the ‘okay.’ Nyri, of course, would not be returning. More likely than not, he would suavely exit the nightclub with Jytagasul in tow… but what Tanya didn’t know couldn’t hurt her.

 

After Tanya had given him a nod, Nyri turned from her and moved into the crowd, never once looking back. He blended in with the hot, throbbing bodies moving on all sides, and cast his eyes around, looking for a familiar white face. It only took him a minute or two to spot Jytagasul, and with a fiendish grin, the arden shouldered his way through the throngs until he was in front of her.

Instead of getting into the groove and dancing with her, Nyri stretched out a blue hand and clasped the thill’s. She did not protest as he then guided her towards the perimeter of the floor, and then towards the steps leading to the VIP lounge. There was an additional bouncer stationed at the door at the top of the stairs, but he obviously recognized either Nyri or Jytagasul – he stepped aside and let them pass through.

“Excellent," Nyri purred once they were inside. It appeared that they were alone, and his grin stretched from ear to ear. “Jyta’ni, do you remember that one time when you…"

But already the model had shaken off his grip and moved away with a coy look. Once she was a few paces out of his reach, she then reached downwards and fluidly pulled her dress up and over her head. When sheÂ’d cast it aside, she then cast him a demure look, and Nyri laughed out loud and clicked his tongue appreciatively as he drank in the sight of her nearly bare body.

“Oh, you know how I like it," were the arden’s words before he pounced her and began to kiss her, all thoughts of Tanya completely voided out of his mind as he prepared to get down with Jytagasul here in the VIP room of The Rage.