Turnt. Up.

[Echo]

Flip-flops are not the greatest of footwear, but they are was a lioness wore. Gripping the plastic with her toes, allows her to wears shoes, be comfortable, and you know. Wear shoes. Because that's important for people to do. Apparently. Especially when you're trying to enter a fine drinking establishment, while you're waiting for a certain bird to show her tail feathers 'round these parts.

Leather jacket worn, and a too short dress dawned, hips already shimming to the primal pulse as her tails curls and flicks in time with the music. On her toes she walks to the counter and orders a drink. Her teeth bright against the blood red stain of her lips.

Slitted blade sharp eyes, follow the crowd and watching as the pump and pulse change with the inclusion of the Lost. Audibly, the Lioness moans. Darkness and light. Opposites attracting moths, and flies. Like light and honey.

Abandoning the drink, and the glamour bags trying to flirt their way into panties. More fool them, she's not wearing any.

Stalking forward, she ignores the gargantuan mess of scales and feathers. Ick, and no scent of Spring upon her, not relevant. Especially with the heady scent of plums, and the light bouquet of flowers under the scent of sweat and lust. Her focus remains on the moon silk skin, shadows caressing her like the most sinister of lovers, glass antlers a crown make. Verdant Queen? Mmmhmmm. Echo approaches, grasps her Queen's hand, breathes a kiss upon her knuckles with a whisper drowned out by the pulsing music, "My Queen," The hand she releases reluctantly, but reverently, before setting her sights to the golden goddess, so see her laid out upon a beach, sun shinning upon those scales...Echo barely swallows down another moan. "I claim the name Echo,"

[Seraphina]

The giant of a woman was new. But was obviously Lost.

“Evening.” Greets the Nix, “Have to say, I love that shade of purple!” she purred.

Sapphires turn to Quick, glinting with mischief, “You’d love the attention!” she accuses playfully, “And people are dying to test it out when they find out its edible glitter.” A wink. She knew he liked attention.

As he introduces her, the smile is back, “But Sera works.” Not many actually used her whole name, so shortening it was easier.

But then it seems that she’s already met Ingrid, bonus.

“Pleased to meet you Cyndee.” Replies the Treasured sipping her water.

Now the next chick? Sera was pretty sure she forgot her pants or skirt somewhere…cause damn.

An eyebrow was arched at Ingrid, clearly the girl was yet another Lost. But this one a Spring? The glass roses could easily be a Spring Mantle.

"Seems you picked a popular club." she says with a wink to Quick.

Sapphires watch the situation unfold, sipping her water. Still carefully cause if glitter.

[Ingrid]

And now Ingrid does not know what to think. First Cyndee and then... And then... And then a glass lioness who reflects the desert mirage and the desire of safety. The whole kissing the hand trick has her face and posture smashed with complete surprise.

Not even Coco had pulled that one off. Let alone in public. And this was public.

"Ehrrrrm..." The Verdant Sovereign began, not knowing quite what to do with the dangerous and provocative Beast. I mean, the husky breathing thing. The cleavage... Nope! Not going there either. Fortunately there was another Beast materialising from the strobe lit murk of the dance floor.

"Like, what the fuck!?" Words tumble now from the Darkling's lips.

Her mantle flares around her, infusing the air thickly with the aroma of many plums.

To the Freeholders: "Okay. So. Who hasn't been telling me whats going on?"

To the unknowns: "So. Hi. Like. Anyone else?"

Ingrid is looking about her now, half expecting a whole troop of Changelings to burst from the gyrating crowd in a conga-line of... Lost... souls. If you are quick enough, you might even catch the hopeful gleam in her eye when she says that.

[Quick]

Well, obviously she's 'one of them'. But alright. Ingrid vouches for her? Good enough. "Right. Getting ahead of myself, I guess." He conjures his most friendly smile and waves to Cyndee with his free hand. The one not holding a drink. What did the bartender say it was? Can't remember. Something blue, with rum in it. He takes another long, thirst-quenching gulp, draining the drink to nearly half.

"Ok, Cyndee. What brings you?" To a club. Looking like that?

Sera's suggestion... uh, gets the imagination going. Edible glitter + skin + someone to 'edible' it = something never to tell his mother about. All he can do is laugh.

Before he has a chance to catch Cyndee's story, a glassy-sandy cat-girl walks up to Ingrid and kisses her hand. That's bold. Ingrid doesn't seem all that comfortable, either. Her mantle is... something else. Palm leaves and a little visual trick that makes him feel oddly thirsty. Wait, no. That's just from the dancing. Right? But she isn't radiating heat - more like a dangerous kind of desire.

And. Then. More? More girls with feathers. Err... Beasts or whatever. Sure, he'd come out to meet people, tonight. People people, though. Like maybe a guy. Club's turned into a circus with no ringleader. The other, other, other new girl isn't classically pretty, either. But she does have a nice voice. Not Sera nice. But nice.

Echoing Ingrid's sentiment 100%, he mutters "Right?"

[Coco]

Some might say she was shallow. Some might say she was simply a bitch. Both were true, in their own way, but as with all people, there were hidden depths to the woman who called herself Coco Tascioni, and with the eldritch touch of the Wyrd upon her, those depths were stranger than most. Coco had learned how to read the subtle signs that wove themselves into the world. Subtle things, patterns, trends that niggled at her mind and wove themselves into suggestions that even she couldn't fully voice. So she wasn't entirely surprised when she came striding into the club and saw that almost the entire Freehold had descended upon the mortal's night of debauchery. After all, what was a stronger draw for the fae than a crowd of mortals, all awash in a sea of desire in all its forms?

Coco pondered this as she slipped through the crowd, a passionfruit flavored lollipop on her tongue and a dayglow top, shorts, and sneakers completing her outfit. Sometimes, it was just fun to stand out. She'd even considered going with some fishnets, but ultimately, there was only a certain amount of trashy that Coco could entertain. Which, was fortunate, considering that the newcomers looked liked rejects from The Decline of Western Civilization, though...Coco did enjoy the view.

"You do realize how ironic it is that you're the one throwing shade, right?" the Wasp asked, popping the lollipop out of her mouth so that she could grin wickedly at the impressively lumbering form of Cyndee.

"I mean, if girl wants to show a little skin, let her show a little skin. We're all mature enough to handle seeing a body au natural, aren't we? Besides, we could all use a little more beauty in our lives."

[Echo]

A feline she may be, but the grin she offers her Sovereign is vulpine, tugging up the corners of her mouth and cricking her eyes. She offers another bow, her tail curl high at for balance and to preen.

"My Queen," she says, uncaring. It was a club, men and women called each other stranger things then this on wonderful lust laden nights. "It is only myself and that of mine companion. Any other who finds there way here tonight, is the work of the," wyrd she mouths, demented and uncaring as she is, there were some lines where crossing them is a hard no.

Then, right on queue!

"Maggie!" she coos in greeting, tail flicking in pleasure. Then she blinks as the black lace is handed to her. Without an ounce of shame she holds the thong up and unfolds the bundle. She frown. Staring at the scrap of fabric. "I do not know if these are mine." she admits, face serious as she tries to dive through booze fogged memories. After a moment the lioness shrugs, balls them up and shoves them into her pocket. Either way, they needed a wash.

"Of course already. I'm Puur-fect." she puns with a smile.

The man she dismissed is included. Hmm. Lazily a blade sharp eyes flicks to the floor and tries to spy a shadow between the bodies and the lights.

Cyndee. Hmm. Echo didn't want to know the name of that mammoth, but then light in the darkness, or at least a blessed voice of reason. Awash in colours of choice, hair stained like the setting sun against the dunes. Eyes, crystallised fractals. Nails held around the lollipop's stick, hard as any carapace. Antennae, a declaration as they bob. A shiver travels up Echo's spine, this was an insect shaped like a person, a beautiful person, (whom Echo wished would turn so she could stare at her ass in those shorts.) and every instinct she doesn't have be dint of her Seeming, called for her to chase and pounce this bug. The warmth of the sun and the scent of new growth, hinted at what enjoyable activities would come after her she pounced.

But first,

The blond turns to the feather headed women and says with the pointed derision of any cat, even who isn't really a cat. "Honey out of the two of us, I am not the one who needs a large dress."

[Seraphina]

And then another Lost popped up. But there was a smirk as her mind worked what the small, black and lacy things in her hand were. This was too much fun.

A free hand comes up in a wave, “I’m Seraphina, or just Sera, whichever works best for you.” The angelic words targeted at both new comers.

Then came the flair of her Queens Mantle, concerned eyes turn to her, with a helpless shrug.

“Seems this is the place to go for those who’ve Lost their way.” Only thing that made sense to her.

A smile was then turned to Cyndee, “If you ever need help settling in. I’m more than happy to help if I can.” She offers and then sips her water.

Which she almost chokes on with the last bit she says to Echo.

But before she can say anything, Coco appears.

The smile returns, “Coco! Great to see you! I knew I should have worn shorts, I bet they’re more comfortable for how hot it is in here.” She compliments, fanning herself. “But damn, looking good.” And the Wasp was looking good. "Oh I, for one, am all for more beauty in our lives."

Turning back to the newer girl, there was a shrug, “No clue. But pleased to met you.”