Leather and Lace

Apr 21st, 2012 05:29 PM

Conner Greyson and Ariana Donovan make their way into the Asylum. Conner to Relax and Ariana for Research. But together none the less.

Tonight is leather and lace night. People are encouraged to dress with the theme and enjoy the evening. Conner wears black slacks, a white shirt and a black thigh length leather duster. On each wrist is a Leather cuff with D - Rings. No tie, the colar on his shirt is open.

Conner gives a nod to the Miss Muriel as she mans the front desk. Mister Greyson passes her a key, and retrieves his bag of supplies. He did not know if he would be participating in any events tonight. But, like the boy scout he never was, it is good to be prepared.

“Our normal table is open, Shall we?” Conner asked.

Conner

Apr 21st, 2012 05:34 PM

Ariana followed behind Conner her leather handbag carried her tablet computer just in case she needed to take notes. The Seneschal had been collecting research, piece by piece in many forms.

She wore a unique leather dress with a built in corset. The style of the dress was called Siren, the Lordess thought it was much more classy than that. The feel of the leather had been described as soft as butter, thin as silk. With that type of leather, it surely flowed with her step. She had simple heels to match the attire so as not to take away from the purple that may peak out while she walked. Ariana also did enjoy the gloves she wore that evening. Thin enough to wear her ring over the top on her right hand. A crown barette held her hair gently up to reveal the lacing on the back of the dress.

"Yes of course. I do wonder who else may be here this evening." Her blue eyes looking around the establishment.

Front

Back

Apr 21st, 2012 06:14 PM

"Who knows. The Asylum tends to come with surpises. People come to look for any number of reasons." Conner states as he walks over to their normal booths. He guides her into the corner booth and then makes his way around the other side. "Ms Donovan, I do hope you forgive me for being so bold, but you look immaculate this evening." Conner sits down and gestures for the waitress. "Makers on the Rocks and a Blue Iris."

Apr 21st, 2012 07:16 PM

The Lordess chuckled softly. "Oh yes, I am well aware that it holds many surprises." She began to turn the swizzle stick within her drink. "Although I am uncertain if it could surpass the last visit." The one which Ariana clearly remembered. It was an exciting evening and she never thought a Steampunk theme would be that intriguing.

Her eyes turned and looked directly to him. "A compliment such as that needs no forgiveness Mr. Greyson." She grinned with an accidental wink. "Thank you." Her eyes caught a glimpse of a man in leather, which looked more like vinyl. "It appears some do not entirely know what leather may be." Ariana chuckled softly and her head indicated a gentleman on the other side of the venue's main area.

**Chris Wooding** · Apr 21st, 2012 07:44 PM

With two regulars already inside, a third cannot wait too long. After the last time with fellow Kindred, Chris has even visited the Asylum on regular nights. Still he likes it when they just have a little more of a theme, although there are always interesting people walking around here.

With his confidence grown, Three times hooray for the ex-highschool boy, he wears slightly more daring clothes. Of course, with a dress code as leather and lace you need more than a monocle. For a start, he wears some pretty tight black leather pants, for the first time in his existence. On top is a jacket and beneath it a tight shirt, revealing his muscled body. His hands are covered with some, let's call it creative, leather gloves.

The Mekhet moves slowly in his leather pants, to make it look even more unnatural he hardly moves his head. His eyes study everyone inside though, with great interest. Ah Conner and Ariana are here as well! He could always appreciate their presence. It takes a while before one gets used to Conner, but then you must trust him, and in the end you do.

'It seems that last time the night was successful enough to have us all return once more.' Chris says softly and respectful when he comes near his Priscus and the Seneschal. 'Mr. Greyson, Miss Donovan, how wonderful to see you.'

Chris

Apr 22nd, 2012 11:35 AM

Sidor loved theme nights.

It had nothing to do with a love of dressing up. Like most of the finer things in life, Sidor's enforced asceticism didn't permit indulgences for a reckless, pointless reason. However, it was important for a member of the Sanctified to interact with mortals. It was a double-edged blade- though the Nosferatu was excellent at putting the fear of God into people, it was intensely difficult for him to follow the route of tempting those who were weak of will.

Except on theme nights.

On theme nights, his shadowed face could vanish behind a mask, and he could let his powerful charisma work small, if still vaguely terrifying flashes of magic. It was a time when the Man Within rode close to the surface, and he was always more careful to keep himself in check. Particularly in a place like Asylum.

Temptation was everything, here. And the temptation spoke particularly to a man who knew all too well the nature of power.

Sidor strolled in, the smoked glass in the mask's lenses hiding even the tiniest glimpse of his curse. The ensemble was completed by a heavy, double-breasted leather jacket, black leather gloves, and military jackboots.

He could feel a familiar Beast tugging at him, but the maelstrom barely stirred. Very familiar. The ice didn't even ripple.

Let us prey.

The Mask

The Jacket

-1 Vitae for Blush of Life

Apr 22nd, 2012 02:19 PM

-1 Glamour to reinforce her mask

In Anya's bid to discover more of Sacramento, she had chosen this evening to explore the nightlife. It had been quite by accident her discovering this most interesting club; she had been looking for a quiet bar but the sight of the delightful theme Asylum had going... well, it had enticed the mischievous Draconic into entering.

And she was wearing quite appropriate clothes, to boot. It tickled her rather selective sense of humour.

Striding confidently inside, Anya appeared for all the world as though she frequently found herself inside fetish clubs. Really, for the Changeling it wouldn't have been at all surprising. She enjoyed keeping people guessing, toying with them, fucking with their minds. If she could do it whilst wearing a hot outfit, then all the better.

Anya scanned the crowd, not entirely expecting to see anyone she recognised. Sacramento wasn't a small place, and she knew only a minimal, select group of people.

Outfit

**Terri Nutkins** · Apr 22nd, 2012 04:28 PM

In all her years as a resident of Sacramento, Terri had yet to visit The Asylum. Maybe it was the rumours she'd heard that had put her off but seeing as tonight was a theme night, she thought, What the hell, before breaking out an outfit she had been saving for just the right occasion.

Was it fear that brought her here? Maybe, but that was a good thing to the Beast.

Speaking of which...

Before leaving her boutique, Terri ensured her fae mien was hidden beneath the Mask, tucked away so that no awkward moments would occur amongst those not accustomed to the Lost.

Entering the club, Terri's eyes gazed about the place before finding a couple of people she recognised, one as a customer, another as a...acquaintance. Walking up beside the hidden-Fairest, Terri couldn't help but smile.

"Evening, Anya!" she said with excitement, flicking her vibrant red hair from her face.

Mask hardened

Outfit

Boots

Apr 23rd, 2012 01:25 AM

"Good evening Mister Wooding. Please join us." Conner says gesturing for the man to sit across from them. Conner's observant eyes notices several people enter, as they are hard to miss.

"It seems that the Asylum is popular tonight." Conner looked up to on of the demo areas admiring the work being done. "I wonder if anyone we know will be stepping up to the stage this evening."

Apr 23rd, 2012 01:50 AM

“Indeed it was Mr. Wooding.” Ariana smiled with a wink. She could not help but think of Lance for a moment and then she quickly let it fade. She nodded to Chris in the direction Conner pointed out. “How are you this evening?”

The feel of another beast entered and she looked in its direction. It was very familiar, but still, the mask was there. Considering some of the events Ariana had incurred, one could never be too careful. Looking to Conner and Chris her head softly gestured in the direction of man in a long coat. “I do wonder who that could be.” Speaking to both gentlemen for a moment. She turned to Conner briefly. “It is possible, however, there may be a new face we do not know to entertain us.”

Her eyes moved across the rest of the venue, and she saw another redhead ( Terri Nutkins ). It was like a separate species of the world populous in her opinion. Hardly going without notice, she was all too familiar with the long locks of copper herself. Although she saw the redhead speak to another woman in a fitting corset, perhaps they were together.

Turning back to Chris she gently laughed and raised her hand, fluttering her gloved fingers. “I see gloves are the in thing this evening.”

Leather and Lace

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