<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah had the feeling she had missed something, she wasn't about to ask, but it nagged her. She shrugged and stood up, taking a deep breath and regathering herself, pulling her wings and aura in, she probably should have taken some time to explain her line, now also Medivh's, but it could wait some. <span style='color:purple'>"I am sorry, okay? I no longer care for waking up in such a fashion, I would have woken within minutes if you had let me alone. I am greatful that you did get me out sooner, but I have only ever woken up as such under Jagger's tender care,"</span> she spat the last two words and looked away from Medivh. She made her way to the coat closet by the front door and pulled out a battered Notsalepua Jemdrull Captain's jacket. Throwing it on over the cami, she slipped her feet into flip flops and proceeded to the door. <span style='color:purple'>"You coming?"</span></span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
He could tell there was more to it than she was telling him. Next time he wouldn't be so generous and would settle for watching her suffer. His mind flashed back to his thoughts no more than a couple minuets ago. he couldn't possibly really feel that way about her...love...what an impossible thing for him. He certainly didn't feel attracted to her at that current moment, that was for sure. He decided to let the issue drop for now and followed her out the door <span style='color:green'>"yeah, lets go."</span> The sun had finished setting entirely by the time they stepped outside of the building. His eyes darted through the crowd. No authorities...good. He followed her in a sort of mindless stride, he was lost in thought. This thill was becoming ever more confusing to him, and he wasn't liking having to adapt to the lifestyle of a vampdragon. More than ever though he just wanted the happy tone he'd woken up to, to return. plus he smelt a little of sweat - he'd have to take another shower when they got back.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah had always loved clothes, especially when she knew they were fitted with her in mind. She'd made sure to cultivated good personal and financial relationships with all of the tailors and a handful of designers in the Black Market. She stepped into an out of the way shop, the out side was small and dingy, it appeared as if no one was around, nor had been around for years, but she knew better. She beckoned Medivh up the stairs in a hallway filled with peeling wallpaper, grinning. On the landing she entered the first door on her left, going through another maze of corridors, practically skipping when she got to the door all the way at the end. She let herself into the bright designer's loft. <span style='color:purple'>"Khana, Khana, are you here?"</span> she called, singing the thill's name. A tiny feydragon appeared from behind one of the mannequins. Glowering until she saw Leah, and then beamed and came running up to her. "Leah! Oh, it's been too long, what can I do for you?" she said, all grins and bouncing with excitement. <span style='color:purple'>"Actually, I need to impress Viet, we're negotiating in a night or two, and we need to appear harmlessly powerful,"</span> she said, grinning just as widely as the fey. Khana smiled wickedly, she loved when she got to help in deciding what to wear for negotiations, it was a bit of a pass time, she had been the sole survivor of a Vampdragon attack led personally by Viet. This was just one small way she could torture him. "Brilliant, so you need something, Em needs something, and this gentleman needs something as well right?" she said, looking Medivh over from her height of 3'3" she shook her head then made some movements with her hands, as though measuring him with an invisible tape. She scuttled off behind the mannequins, humming to herself. "I need you to undress Leah love, I've got something that I've been planning for a while, but I don't think I have the measurements right," she called from wherever it was she had disappeared to. Leah rolled her eyes and then moved into a well lit area of the studio, shedding her jacket and then the rest.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
As the little feydragon looked him up and down, he felt suspiciously like he'd just been raped by her eyes. He shifted his eyes towards the little moving foot stool and spoke with a sort of teasing tone with a tiny little slice of threat in it. <span style='color:green'>"careful with those eyes of yours bella, concieve anything to outlandish in that tiny head and i'll have nice little feydragon footrest for my estate."</span> Although his attire often made people stare at him, the way she eyed him like a doll was in a sense disturbing. She scampered off, and Medivh was forced alone in the room his strange captor, who was now - stark naked. He felt himself blushing as his eyes darted over her body. It was not as though he'd never seen a naked female, quite the opposite in fact he'd seen many. But somehow whether it be the look on her face or the curve of her hips, he found himself struggling to keep himself grinning like a kid in a candy store.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah glared at Medivh, she didn't mind him threatening her, and Khana could definitely take care of herself, but she wasn't about to let him just waltz in and hurt those she'd taken personal interest in, Leah would even have ventured to call Khana one of her friends, no, threats against the fey would not do. She heard the bell like laughter of the tiny 'dragon from deep within the folds of clothing that was strewn about, sometimes neatly, sometimes not so neatly. The fey in question came out of the sea of mannequins carrying two things, both looked entirely too small for Leah, but Khana had a look on her face like she had known what she was doing. She set to work, moving around Leah, flying when she needed to, slipping the first item on over the Vampdragon's head. Pleased with the length, Khana began to make small adjustments here and there to the sizing around the waist of the number. She always made Leah stand away from any mirrors while she was fitted, part of the great reveal. <span style='color:purple'>"I'm feeling garters Khan, what do you have in mind?"</span> Leah asked. She had complete faith in her friend, but she was a bit worried that her request would be taken the wrong way. "We're going to show you off to Viet, remind him what he can't have, remind him why he doesn't want to kill you," the feydragon muttered, grinning as she had Leah step into a pair of thigh highs. Leah wasn't sure if it had been the best idea to come to Khana for this one. "Done," she said, leading Leah to the mirrors. Leah looked herself over, Khana had put her in indigo lace, it was flattering, but it was clearly underwear. Leah wanted the upper hand, not to look like the whore of Babylon. <span style='color:purple'>"It's very nice Khan, but can I try the other one?"</span> she asked. "Fine, fine!" she said, quickly stripping the Vampdragon and then hovering around her once more. This time she made hardly any alterations, just slipped on the outfit and led Leah over to the mirrors. <span style='color:purple'>"Oooh, brilliant work Khana, this will be perfect, I assume you have shoes for it, no?"</span> Leah asked, turning and looking from various different angles, Khana had out done herself, it could have passed for some very nice lingerie, but it worked well otherwise. The 'dress' was mostly satin, the neckline was embellished with bold black lace as well as a hint of a similar pattern on the side of the slit in the left side. Spaghetti straps criss crossed into an 'X', accentuating her back, but for the most part was more tasteful than anything, Leah wasn't all that pleased with the length, it was short, even for her, best not need to pick anything up. Khana had given her matching sleeves that were held by the black lacing at the top, but swept out in a crush of blood red, the same as the satin in the dress. Leah was pleased with the effect as the fey dragon came back bearing red sandals that laced up her calf. "Good show, good show, you'll want something for Em right? I discussed this with her last time she came on your behalf, there's something that matches what you've got now, shall I get that out too?" Leah nodded, starting to take off the outfit and putting on her sweats and cami, much more comfortable. <span style='color:purple'>"Think of something for Medivh too, nothing that makes him look like our whore though, don't want that,"</span> she said. That would only have made Viet angry. </span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
Her glare was like cold fire and stung like a wasp. Obviously fiddling with the small creatures anatomy would not go over so well with her. He shook his head in silent confusion. <span style='color:green'>“why must women always be so confusing?"</span> he thought to himself. As the two mismatched dragons set about their work oggling at themselves, medivh leaned agains a wall in half interest. Then his pants started getting tighter the more clothing she tried on and he did his best to look away and act bored. Eventually it was so, and he found himself seeing if he could pick out the specs of dust in the air. But at last Leah squeeled with glee at her finished piece and he instinctively looked towards her, only to immediately look away in hopes that his pants would stop being so tight. <span style='color:green'>“Does this mean we can actually leave now?"</span> he asked once she finished putting the cami back on.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>At Medivh’s question, Leah raised an eyebrow in a ‘you’re kidding right?’ sort of look. Khana had disappeared again, but was now coming back with an armload of boxes. “I made these for Korif originally, but with some hemming on the length they should do just fine, call me when you need them pinned and the like," she said, putting down the boxes and leaving once more, giving the illusion of privacy, she’d had her fun, men didn’t interest her. Leah went over to the boxes, the fact that Khana had thought ahead, even if it was for someone else, was almost unheard of. She opened the first box and a smile broke out across her face, leave it to Khana. <span style='color:purple'>“I think most of these boxes are various shoes, I’m going to ask that you wear boots though, that okay?"</span> she asked, holding up a black suede boot that probably would come up to just past Medivh’s knee. She continued to go through the boxes, pulling out a pair of pants, black crushed velvet, and a red satin shirt, she wasn’t sure if she’d like the cut on Medivh, but she handed both to him. <span style='color:purple'>“They might be a little tight, the pants that is, Korif was slightly less muscled than you,"</span> she said, and then she went off to where the fedragon had disappeared to, to discuss Em’s clothing. </span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
He glarred at the clothes like they where hell spawn. <span style='color:green'>"any tighter pants and i swear..." </span>he mumbled in personal opposition. Fortunately though his body had settled down, and he shrugged off his jacket and unbuckled his belt. He stepped out of his pants and immediately began slipping the velvet monstrosities on. He couldn't place his finger on it, but something about the way Leah kept a keen focus on his dressing had him marginally embarrassed. He tossed on the satin shirt that softly flew down his arms like a soft breeze. He buckled the cuffs and tucked the shirt in. He looked at himself briefly in the mirror and to his horror, the pants where indeed - too tight. So tight in fact that the outline of his member could be clearly seen when he moved. He tried to pay it no mind and slipped on what had to be the second par of shoes he'd ever worn. they felt unfamiliar, but tolerable, and he couldn't believe how high they where on him. they soared right up, a couple inches right over the knee, just as Leah had predicted. <span style='color:green'>"please let me kill myself,"</span> he whined looking again at how horribly tight the pants where. <span style='color:green'>"I suppose you're probably gaining a lot of satisfaction out of this aren't you?"</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah turned around again when she heard Medivh pulling the boots on. She gave him a once over and shook her head. It looked fine, but the pants were most definitely too tight. <span style='color:purple'>"Ne Khana? you can let the pants out too right?</span> Leah called over her shoulder. She returned her attention to the incredibly unhappy arden in front of her, walking around him, paying attention to the shirt mostly if she were to be honest. <span style='color:purple'>"For now business as usual, later I can rub it in your face,"</span> she said, kneeling on the ground at his back. She looked closely at the seam in the back of the boot. She looked up as the little fey came in giggling, armed with thread, more fabric, laces, and of course, pins and needles. <span style='color:purple'>"Love the new stitch Khana."</span> she commented. <span style='color:purple'>"Try not to stick him with the pin, just let out the pants a bit, i was wrong when we said they needed hemming for length, guess his legs are the same length as Korif's,"</span> she said, stepping awa from him. Khana came up to Medivh and began snipping at thread here and there that hadn't been a part of the pants a second ago. She undid the seam and started letting out some of the fabric around the hips and thighs, deftly pinning and sewing behind where she'd cut.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"colder words where never spoken,"</span> he retorted to her comment about rubbing it in his face. It felt like he was being eye raped again this time by both of them. As they fiddled away with the pins, and cloth, he stood still as a boulder, hoping not to tempt the wrath that would come upon him if he moved. He moved his neck and tried to observe them both as they worked away at the alteration of the pants. It was like sweet beautiful release to feel the pressure release from his groin. Despite the feeling in his nether regions once again, he still was mentally kicking himself for being allowing himself to become part of the situation. He would have vengance, not the killing kind - but someday, somehow, he'd get her back for this. <span style='color:green'>"Dare i even ask how long this will take?"</span> he said, still trying his best not to move.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah was handing and taking pins from Khana, she'd always loved to watch the tailor work, she herself had no skill when it came to making clothing, but there was something mesmerizing in the fey's deft hands. "Quiet, I'll be done in a minute, just making sure the seams don't come undone when you walk, Xiang would rape you and then Viet would kill you," Khana said, completely serious as she continued about her work. A few minutes later the small 'dragon stepped away, walked all the way around Medivh and nodded. "You're done, put your regular clothes on and scram," she said, giggling and exchanging money with Leah.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>"you got guts to say that to my face, I'll give you that much, pixie...thank you..."</span> he said towering over the little fey again, mumbling the last part as best he could. It hadn't even taken Khana to think it, before medivh dawned his usual gear. He left the shop and sucked in a deep breath of air. The outside was wonderful. The thought occured to him to run and escape the prison which he had been set in, but something deep in him held him where he stood until Leahs exit from the building. <span style='color:green'>"well that was certainly an experience worse than death, where to next?"</span> he teased as she walked out of the tailors. The night was clear and still quite early, he was eager to see what else she had planned. hopefully, they would not be nearly as painful as the tailors had been.
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah had the boxes under her arm, while they were long, at least they were thin enough to stack. She hummed as she went down the stairs and into the open night. <span style='color:purple'>"First we're going to dump these back at the flat, they cost just a little too much to be lying around,"</span> she said heading down the street the way they had come. She walked in silence while she pondered what to do once the clothes had been dropped off. There were plenty of things to do, a few things she had to do, but could wait, and a few things she wanted to do, but she couldn't do with Medivh. <span style='color:purple'>"And after we drop off the clothes, we can go almost anywhere you want,"</span> she said. She was about to say something else, but her phone went off in the pocket of her jacket. She began talking in Ramathian again for a few minutes, then closed the phone and returned it to her pocket. <span style='color:purple'>"Sorry, Em was just making sure that we knew when we were supposed to meet Viet, she's managed to swing it that she'll be here in two nights, and the meeting is in three,"</span></span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
Like he needed her permission to go where he liked. But then the answer hit him. The whole reason he had come to the market. He was on a chase for a powerful book, so ancient that it outlived even her. It was here, in the black market. He had gone through a lot of trouble to steal the page of his fathers diary from his families vault and he aimed to get that book to. He'd set the shop on fire and kill the owner if he had to, but that book was his. <span style='color:green'>"well then, if that's the case, there's and old friend that has something very personal of mine, so personal that without it I will never be able to access the riches that my family bares until then. Said person can be found here in the black market, owns an occult bookstore, so i'm going to go get what's mine back. After that though-"</span> he grinned "i'm going to a strip club." The trip to the flat was short, as expected. Medivh could feel his bones aching for the thrill of battle once more. had it truly only been one night since his fight with Leah? On top of that he had the insatiable urge for alcohol and naked women, not that alcohol was really of use anymore, but at least even dead pleasure could be found in the opposite gender. He turned on to the street and saw the dangling sign with no name on it. It was in the shape of one of many spell diagrams, but to most it would just seem a nice piece of artwork. He stopped Leah from following him at the entrance. <span style='color:green'>"you're not going to want to come in here bella. Things are going to get very hot."</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>When Medivh told her she may want to stay outside, she was more than willing. She knew exactly how easily her line burnt up, she wasn't about to endanger herself, in fact, she crossed the street, if Medivh wanted to blow a building up, he was more than welcome, but she was so not going to be a part of it. She mused back on the arden's plans. At least now she knew he might fit in slightly better with her line, as how Viet could call and feed off of fear, her bloodline, the kyojsatum pa jyiuosá's drug of choice was lust. My what a brilliant day to not be torn to shreds because of a misunderstanding. She wondered idly which club Medivh had in mind, but paid no further attention as she heard hushed voices, then louder voices from within the shop he had just entered.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
There was a loud, deep bellowing bang and then pillars of fire burst from every window in an explosion that sounded like a bomb hit it. The Door came flying off its hinges with a ash covered Medivh riding it like a surfboard. the door landed and skidded to a halt three inches in front of Leah, the arden still gracefully riding the improvised board until it came to complete stop. He hopped off and shifted his arm to expose to her a Tiny dust covered notebook. <span style='color:green'>"That my dear,"</span> he said, taking a breath, <span style='color:green'>is why i carry a lighter."</span> He glanced at his surroundings and took no time in dashing down the nearest ally. Testing his new strength he leapt with enormous ease on to the the nearest rooftop. He landed with a silent but solid thud, and checked to be sure that Leah was still following. He licked his teeth, cleaning the blood off them. <span style='color:green'>"old man apparently doesn't taste to good,"</span> he said in a dark grin. All that violence had somehow satisfied his need for violence, but his craving for sex was growing ever more insatiable. <span style='color:green'>"come on,"</span> he laughed, stretching <span style='color:green'>"I'm in the mood for some tight ass~ I've heard of this place called "Cirque" apparently they've got some of the best in the market. Living here, I think you could probably lead the way?"</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah's eyes followed Medivh as he used the door to coast through the air, trying to appear unimpressed, but actually being quite the opposite, how the hell he'd managed not to go up in flames, she had no idea, she'd have to remember to ask later. She followed him, jumping up onto the roof top. Personally, she hated jumping, she'd rather fly, she and gravity had never really had a great relationship. She caught up to him easily to find him stretching. <span style='color:purple'>"Ah Cirque, brilliant place, they only use vamps in their staff,"</span> she said, and she would know, she happened to work there. <span style='color:purple'>"Well come on,"</span> she said, leading him through the maze of the Vamp district and into the Red Light district of the Black Market, she couldn't believe she was even going near Cirque, it was one of her nights off, she'd just been there last night for Christ's sake. She opened the door and was regaled with the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, alcohol, sex and blood. She smiled darkly as she walked in to the club, she felt Xiang somewhere in the background, but for now the living servant would stay well away, she was busy playing hostess.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<span style='color:green'>that took an awfully short period of time to get to</span> It was almost as though she'd been there several times. He entered and instantly felt like he'd walked into Eden. Now that the scent of blood was a turn on mixed with the already wonderful aroma of sex, and a smash of alcohol in the background this was heaven. His eyes adjusted to the neon and he let himself be swayed by the Djs beat. On the stage some of the loveliest thrills where filling ardens of all natures minds with vuluptous bodies that they'd never have, or would - for the right price. In an instant he glided to the bar, checking his back pocket to be sure he had all his cash. He had inherited a sum that would keep him well off for the entirety of his mortal life, money was hardly the wealth his family spoke of. <span style='color:green'>"Bella!</span> he called to his almost too accustomed hostess <span style='color:green'>" I can't die from alcohol poisoning right?!</span> She gave him a nod, and so he turned to bartender <span style='color:green'>"heaviest drink you know how to make, spike it with arsenic if you have to but i want to a) have had enough ass in my face to last me till the next week and b) Be so drunk that i can't see straight. You good sir are just the man to fill my second need. But pray tell off all the fine thrills that work here, which one would you recommend?"</span>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah stayed in the background, close enough to the bar to not get sucked into the mob of people. No wonder she got these nights off, when the regular dancers weren't here it was just another sleazy club. Frankly, she was glad, she'd gotten a good end out of the deal, the thought of having to work nights like this made her want to wretch. She heard Medivh talk to the bartender, he was a completely different 'dragon, well, probably not. But he was more freely rude and crass, then again, it was a strip club. "Aye, I'd recommend Annette, one of those high class ones they tell me, real beauty, kinky too, she'll fix you up good," he said, mixing a drink for Medivh, the chances of Medivh actually getting drunk were slim to none. When the body can go sober from being smashed in ten minutes tops, it's hard to stay drunk. He passed the drink to the other arden as well as a slip of paper with a phone number on it before disappearing down the long bar to get a drink for someone else.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
He chugged the drink back in one go. he felt nothing yet. a slight tingle but nothing - taste was good though. <span style='color:green'>bugger can't mix a drink? this is nothing, i could probably mix better, there was that one recipe my grandad taught me before he died.</span> He looked around the bar before looking at the number the bartender wrote on the napkin. <span style='color:green'>"kinky eh?" </span> he thought to himself. He was in need of someone like that, the bartender had mentioned she had good looks too. even better. He hoped she was up to it tonight, cause he needed a good fuck bad. His last had been close to a year ago, much, much longer than he'd have liked it to be. He reached over to use the phone under the desk. it rang and rang, and then he heard a cell phone. He turned around to see who it was, and could see that it was in fact Leahs. <span style='color:green'> No fucking way</span>
